Saturday, September 1, 2012

injaynesworld it's "Visiting Hours..."

As the nurse ushered them from the room where tubes and machines had kept her alive since the accident, they all told her again how much they loved her.

She wanted to give them what they sought, yet her body continued to tighten at their touch, her mind refusing to release that which would allow her to open her own heart in return.

She had studied the photos they'd brought her over and over again; husband, mother, sister, son.  Still just faces.

But soon she would have to go with them – this family of strangers – to a home she did not know, though she could not shake the feeling that one of them had put her here.

From the Five Sentence Fiction prompt, “Faces.”


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