By Devora H
Mildy lies swathed in colourless tubes. A large oxygen mask covers her face. Her breathing laboured; her friends stand vigil. Someone had gone to look for her when she failed to show up for work. A bug is eating at her innards.
Before this, she was a congenial receptionist.
She hovers between being and not being, desperately yanking at the tubes.
Mildy sobs when she sees her friends and colleagues, clothed in protective gear. She begs someone for a cool coke.
The machine beeps beside her. In her daze, Mildy puts her hand to her ear.
“Hello, hello, who is speaking?”
Nice. I’m intrigued by the name choice.
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Very visual, with that splendid last line. Great job.
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Great job on ‘hovering between being and not being’. Trying to amswer her beeping machine is very much ingrained into who she is / was.
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