By R.J. Stanford
I’m sitting in a bakery, picking apart a donut and dunking pieces into a cup of coffee. My best friend, Jay, sits across the table.
“It’s good to see you,” he whispers, clutching a bouquet of chrysanthemums.
He smiles at me through teary eyes.
I try to smile back.
He sighs and looks around. I peer around the room. Everyone is wearing face masks—except for us. They stand motionless in their scrubs.
“I hate to see you like this,” he says.
I hear the bass of oxygen pumping.
A wave of dizziness takes over and the world goes dark again.
A very powerful story.
This encapsulates the strange world of Intensive Treatment. It took me back to a very dark place but that is not your fault. Very good writing.
I enjoyed this story. It’s fascinating, haunting, and (I agree with Derek) very dark. Thanks for a good read!
A lovely example of what patients actually (see) when they are being nursed in intensive care. Very real
Interesting point of view. Excellent use of your 101 words.