She could hear a piano and recognised the tune and lyrics
“You must remember this,” repeated in her ear.
She tried, but could not speak.
Next time, she thought, “I must say those words ”
The doctor smiled. “Play that song again.
“Your mother’s responding. She’s out of the coma.”
John B. Sinclair is a much-travelled Scot who has now returned to Scotland, where he enjoys freelance writing on a variety of subjects.
He’s long been vapor, drifting listless, confused.
Something compels him to this apartment. A woman greets him, wipes pungent mugwort oil from her hands, and clicks on the local news.
…fight to remove 10 year coma patient from life support continues…
“I can wake you up,” she says.
L. M. Leffew dabbles in all manner of creative things. Sometimes she blogs about them.
I thought stasis would be like sleeping: I’d close my eyes on Earth, and open them a hundred light-years away. I thought it would be an escape.
But it was more like a dream, a slow swirl of half-reality. I spent ten years inside my own head, reliving that memory.
This story was based on the prompt “that memory” at TypeTrigger.