He knows
his wife has gone
not by the altered sounds
of the machines
meant to drip and breathe and ease and tease
the life back into her
but by the loosening of the nurse’s
shoulders,
her small step back,
the breath
in that moment before her eyes meet his.
Jennifer L Freed writes mostly poetry and, sometimes, some very short stories. To learn more, please visit her website, jfreed.weebly.com.
You truly told a story that was worth reading, and you did it without seeming to be constrained by the fifty words. Thank you
This resonates with me. Well done.
Thank you, to both of you.
Jennifer
Expecting the worst we look for signs. Nicely executed!
It’s the simplicity of the language, the seemingly trivial details, that give this story so much power. Definitely a five.
Thank you, Alex, and Connell, too. I appreciate your comment, and your taking the time to comment.
Jennifer
I don’t know if it’s too late to comment but I just logged into this website and I’m loving all of Jennifer’s stories. They’re so beautiful..
Beauty, even miniaturized, resonates timelessly. Thanks for this simple elegance.