She lay rain-soaked on the cold pavement. Her eyes fixated on the gray clouds overhead as a paramedic pumped stale air into her lungs. She inhaled, but her lungs refused to contract.
I’m going to die, she thought. Yet, her body continued its futile fight for survival.
Then the blaring sirens, roaring rain, screaming paramedic, and her laboring breaths dimmed as if someone had turned the volume down on her life.
It was just her and the paramedic in the rain, but she could feel another presence. A safe presence.
Something warm caressed her cheek. “Rest, child,” a voice whispered. “Rest.”
Written For: Bikurgurl’s 100 Word Wednesday (week 56)
I think this is a good place to announce that I’m following through on my New Year’s resolution and past creative goals. Which is my way of saying that I’m going to post a creative piece (flash fiction, poetry, or etc) every two days this month in addition to my regular content. You’re welcome to join me on my personal challenge!
Until the next post!