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December 1, 2019 4 Comments

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My shadow falls across her bed. The room is quiet except for the constant beeping of the machines. The fluorescent light is blinding me. I hate that dazzling brightness.

She doesn’t notice me hovering at our pillow. I caress her cheek and whisper:

“So much pain.”

Her eyes flutter, but remain closed. She tries to speak, but I can see the pain washing over her body in waves.

“I promise to stop back tomorrow.”

I clasp her hand before leaving, linger a moment. I didn’t come for her today.

Even though they resist, they eventually follow me through that door. Always.

— Claudia Schönberger

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  1. b. says

    December 1, 2019 at 8:28 am

    Nicely written, gave me the chills. There are a couple of places that could use some polishing, but that will come with experience. I encourage you to continue writing because you seem to have an imagination that wrings out small details for a good story.

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  2. Debbie Settle says

    December 1, 2019 at 9:25 am

    You captured the wait for the final breath very succinctly. My life.

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  3. Angie says

    December 1, 2019 at 12:42 pm

    Chilling and sad and you make the reader feel like a spectator in the room.

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  4. Pedro says

    December 2, 2019 at 6:47 am

    Very sensitive main character and a chilling experience at the same time. You brought me rapidly into the scene as I would be present. Impact writing too. Thank you for the experience and please, keep on sharing with us your talents and emotions.

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