Winter 2006 • Vol. XXVIII No. 1 Fiction |

Radiant Health

In the last year of his life, on a Tuesday, at the age of fifty-seven, Bernard Falk woke to the realization that he needed love. No, not that frivolous thing he had always pursued under its name and that was really some combination of sex and regard, but love embodied, someone who would exist out of love for him. The understanding shaped itself as he lay motionless on his back and the window's boxed sunlight crawled by clock-measured increments over the floor, up onto the bed, squaring finally over his pelvis beneath the white duvet. It might have been light from an X-ray, the technician beside him guiding the panels toward revelation. Beneath the duvet, an unaccustomed bodily quiet. Though wobbly with hangover, he was otherwise free of pain, and the corporeal voices that generally growled, whispered, or whined their afflictions, reported minute-to-minute on their states of being and then, like an asylum, proceeded to howl and bang for analysis, this morning were calm. He lay sti

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