Tests, more tests… Get me out of here!
A young doctor, pimply and onion-breathed, shone an intense white light into my eyes. “No response I’m afraid, amantidine doesn’t seem to have helped.”
Damn you! I can hear you, see you!
Matthew and Sarah stood nearby, exchanging glances, feigning concern.
“Coma varies considerably. In your brother’s case I’m afraid there’s nothing else we can do.” The doctor hesitated. “It’s difficult I know but after all these years, perhaps it’s time…” He coughed, embarrassed, under orders. “These are the forms…”
They murmured affirmation, faux distress etched on their faces.
Wait, no!…
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This is a scary thought, and I love how you wrote it.
Thanks Liz, it is scary but, unfortunately, it must have happened. The story came about after reading Internal Dialogue (!) by Marcy Kennedy. I don’t know if you know her books but I’ve got them all now 🙂
O…M…G!!! That was amazingly eerie. I loved it. How you could create such a story in only 100 words. 100 very intense words. Bravo!!!
Thank you so much Elke, I love your comment and it’s great that someone else could picture the scene I had in mind when I wrote it!