Was it the morphine that made my mother smile for the first time in years?
“Do you see Johnny?” she asked.
“Mom, your brother died years ago.”
“But he’s here,” she said, closing her eyes forever.
“Strange, right?” I asked the nurse.
“No, someday someone will come for you, too.”
Bud is a disabled veteran who writes short stories and flash fiction.
Beautiful and poignant—well done!
Wow, powerful!
I love this story and no, I don’t think it was the morphine :)
Great story! It’s may turn out that someone always comes for us in the end. I just it isn’t someone with horns and a pitchfork!