Friday Fictioneers sponsored by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields at Addicted to Purple
10th July, 2015
Photo Prompt – ©Stephen Baum
“Angie, it’s best that we don’t prolong his suffering,” said my brother gently.
A freak accident, and my Gerry lay in a deep coma, surrounded by strange tubes, hooked to monitors that beeped. The doctors said there was no ‘hope’, and it would be ‘practical’ to turn off life support.
I wouldn’t let them.
I need you. I am pregnant. You must come back. For me. For our baby.
I whispered to him. Every day. For six months.
Later, he said he remembered seeing a bright light. And hearing happy laughter.
I always knew it wasn’t his time to die.
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Word Count: 100
Glad that it wasn’t his time to walk into the light! Sometimes, faith can work miracles. 🙂
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Thanks Vinay for stopping by 🙂
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Wow! This is the most soul-lifting of all the stories I read on this prompt. Makes me want to do a happy dance 🙂
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Dear Darshana,
I love a happy ending.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thanks Rochelle 🙂
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I love happy endings
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We’ll never know how many life supports were turned off prematurely. Good piece.
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Thanks Mick 🙂
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A tale with a happy ending at last! Thank you.
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When there’s still hope, a good outcome is possible. Great uplifting tale.
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Thank you 🙂
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Very happy ending!
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Thank you Dale 🙂
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Goosebumps!
I envy you for how little you need to hit all the right notes.
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Thanks Ashish 🙂
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