Photo Prompt: J Hardy Carroll
From the waiting room, I calmly make my way through the double doors into the hallway. The distinctive smell of antiseptics is hard to digest. Why are hospitals so cold? The surroundings austere. This is nauseating.
I pick the phone off the cradle and insert a quarter. It goes straight through, and rattles into the slot at the bottom. I try again. I was numb with pain, as I punched the number.
‘They have started him on morphine. You should probably come now’, I said gently.
I turn to face the window and the darkening gloom outside. I see flurries.
This short story (99 words) was written as part of the Friday Fictioneers Challenge hosted by Rochelle.
The ‘flurries’ (though not pictured), are there, to evoke a sense of beauty on a more than grim day. This is part-inspired by true events. Thanks for reading.
Click on the blue frog to read different takes on this photo prompt.
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Sad and lovely. The telling details tell so much!
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So sad and so very well written.
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A very true-to-life story of the human adventure.
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Well written. Loved the way the atmosphere is set in this one.
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Thanks! I’m glad the atmosphere came through.
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wow, one of the best i’d read this week.
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Thanks so much! Greatly appreciated.
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Such great work on atmosphere!
Great story. Come see mine here.
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Such an atmospheric piece. Excellent.
Click to read my FriFic
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Thanks!
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A well-drawn picture. The snow flurries were a good touch
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Thanks. I’m glad that worked.
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Dear Nadia,
You’ve painted a bleak picture. Well done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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When morphine enters the equation, it’s serious. Well done in capturing the picture and adding a mood to it. Well done!
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Thank you!
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