by Terence A. Anthony
She could hear the murmurs of her
family outside of the room. Despite being terrified of her situation, she was
glad that her husband and daughter brought the conversation outside. At least
they respected her space and spare her gruesome details.
It was better if she didn’t hear
the decision making process, she thought to herself. She made the right choice
for the next of kin. She’ll make it out of here, she thought.
Candice, Ana’s daughter started
sobbing loudly. Her howling became louder and louder by the second and reached
its peak when they walked into the room. Candice was holding dear to Ana’s
husband who seems to be trying too hard to hold back the tears.
A stoic doctor in white asked
them for the final time “are we sure about this?” Candice nodded her head
reluctantly. The doctor probably has seen this too many times.
Ana was speechless; figuratively
and literally. She wished she could move her muscles but her eyelids were wide
opened. She could see ceiling and Candice approaching. It was last she saw her
family.
She wanted to live. They didn’t
want her to suffer. No one was sure if they could forgive the other.
Flash Fiction February is a daily short story challenge (within the 150-200 word range) for the month of February.
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