| Spiritual Fiction posted March 8, 2018 |
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Hospice workers are special strangers in the home.
Last Kiss
by Beck Fenton
I knock and go right in as instructed. The living room's crowded with a hospital bed and a recliner. Walking toward the bed, the silence weighs me down. It feels like the house is holding its breath.
Jory's mom scurries in with a freshly warmed sheet.
"He's always so cold," she explains, tucking it around her son.
I set my nursing bag down. I will officially listen for a heartbeat, but I can tell his spirit has gone.
I kiss my patient good-bye before I tell his mother.
100 Word Dash writing prompt entry
I knock and go right in as instructed. The living room's crowded with a hospital bed and a recliner. Walking toward the bed, the silence weighs me down. It feels like the house is holding its breath.
Jory's mom scurries in with a freshly warmed sheet.
"He's always so cold," she explains, tucking it around her son.
I set my nursing bag down. I will officially listen for a heartbeat, but I can tell his spirit has gone.
I kiss my patient good-bye before I tell his mother.
Jory's mom scurries in with a freshly warmed sheet.
"He's always so cold," she explains, tucking it around her son.
I set my nursing bag down. I will officially listen for a heartbeat, but I can tell his spirit has gone.
I kiss my patient good-bye before I tell his mother.
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Writing Prompt Topic: A first kiss between strangers. Let's take flash fiction to the extreme. Can you tell a complete story with just 100 words. If so this is your opportunity to shine. |
I know about hospice from both sides. I volunteered and received their services both Bless them all.
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