By Lucy Carrick
His body is limp and dull. I trace the wrinkles in his face like thin cracks in glass. I’m surprised at how old he’s become.
I tell the doctors to turn the machine off. The beeping flatlines. His body doesn’t change. He almost looks peaceful.
The nurses try to console me, rationalising that I’m too numb to respond; grief does that, they say. They continue speaking but I can’t listen to the words. A nurse places her hand against mine. Her skin is warm and soft. I nod silently, words choking my throat.
At least they think it was an accident.
Love the twist! Excellent
Terrific micro mystery!
the sting in the tail!!
Great twist. Well done.
. “I trace the wrinkles in his face like thin cracks in glass.” Love the visual on this. And the ending hits in the gut. Well done.
Powerful & poignant.
Great ending!
Ooooo…wicked but superb 🙂