When the dreaded thing happened, a strange feeling of calm came over her. Yes, they might put her in ICU, surrounded by beeping machines and strangers in hazmat suits. She might end up on a ventilator. Or, worse, she might not.
But she would no longer be completely, utterly alone.
Donald A. Ranard’s writing has appeared in The Atlantic, Every Day Fiction, Flash Fiction Magazine, 100 Word Story, The Washington Post, The Boston Globe, and elsewhere.
Brilliant! And so very sad.
Great twist here, and very provoking. Wow.
Very moving. And sadly timely…
I agree. Brilliant, sad, and moving. So much in so few words.
But is it truth or fiction?
Does that matter?
Wow! You are becoming the Grand Master of Minimalist Fiction.! Your best yet
You are on a hot streak now!’
Sad… on more than one level.
This is heart breakingly beautiful. Fabulous.
Poignantly ironic.