“Can you hear me?”
Momentarily she stirs.
I curl myself around her, chin on her shoulder.
“Can you feel me?”
She rubs her cheek into the pillow.
“Will you miss me?”
A soft moan, the barest whimper.
“Say you’ll remember me.”
Her eyelids fly open, body tense as she stares into the darkness.
The bedside phone is ringing, urgently shrill with news that will change her world, and that of many others. Yawning, she picks it up and listens.
Her hand covers her mouth, and helplessly I watch the silent scream form.
“I won’t be far away, love,” I whisper, unheard.
I’m not comfortable with sentiment, so I guess I’m in for an uncomfortable day here. 😦 Friday Fictioneers kicks off again today with a photo from Adam Ickes, under the guiding hands of Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Why not join us? Anybody having trouble linking up with WordPress might try changing their browser. Firefox kept telling me the site was busy, but changing to Chrome did the trick.