Unfinished Business

Friday Fictioneers sponsored by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields at Addicted to Purple

10th July, 2015

Photo Prompt – ©Stephen Baum

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

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Fever

I lay in bed, exhausted, burning with fever.

A crash of pots, pans.

“Darling, omelette, dry toast. We ran out of butter,” he grins sheepishly, handing me the tray.

Then, he looks at me, eyes like smouldering embers.

I am in love.

Participating Entry – YeahWrite #221 Microstories Challenge

Prompt:
Answer this question in exactly 42 words
“How Hot Is It?”

Two Hours

Sudden thud. Elevator comes to a standstill for two hours.

The Exes.

Achingly alone. Together.

He yearns to hold her, she wants to melt.

He takes a step closer, his warm breath on her face.

Should she tell him about the baby?

Participating Entry – YeahWrite #219 Microstories Challenge

Prompt:
Answer this question in exactly 42 words
“What’s on the Other Side?”

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Random Conversations in the Dark

‘You gotta do the right thing. Always speak your mind, clear the cobwebs. Invest time and emotions on great relationships. Sort things out,’ nags Stupid Inner Voice at me. It’s been doing that ever since I can remember. And I listen. Every single time.

But what does one do when someone stone-walls you? I ask plaintively.

Is dying really the next best thing? Screams my Aggressive Inner Voice.

(Gee – now we have a three-way conversation going – me, me, myself. I knew I was multiple personalities)

I sit in the dark, shutting out noise, light. Hoping if I hide away, maybe everything will figure itself out?

NO – says Stupid Peaceful Inner voice. Go on out there, and be yourself. Some things you can control, rest you can’t. Accept it.

YES –  says Aggressive Voice. Stay in the dark forever, Woman! You don’t have a spine you see.

Wow! The ‘spine’ word kinda nailed it!

It’s time to be myself, because I just found my lost spine.

No more hiding away.

Sigh of relief!

Being Beautiful

Blonde hair, hour-glass figure, effortless elegance!

Everyone always stared at Emma from the Secretaries’ Pool.

She wanted to run and hide.

Mother said this morning, ‘You are fat. And ugly.’

Mark wondered, ‘Should I simply dive in heart-first and ask Emma out?’

Participating Entry – YeahWrite #218 Microstories Challenge

Prompt:
Answer this question in exactly 42 words
“How deep is the pool?”

00:00 Hours

Giggles, whispers in the girls’ dorm.

Chocolate cake, potato chips, ginger ale.

Muted squeal: ‘Idiot, you’re standing on my chess-board!’

Kruger trots in, tail wagging, followed by Floyd, the bantam goat.

Camp season midnight feasts. No woof woof, just cuddles and crumbs.

Participating Entry – YeahWrite #217 Microstories Challenge

Prompt:
Answer this question in exactly 42 words
“Why didn’t the dog bark?”