Tuesday, February 10, 2015


The window to her hospital room opened out to nothing. The dreary curtains and the pale white walls did nothing to elevate her spirits. The nausea and pain had become a constant. Her doctor who tried to seem hopeful, wasn't. The sounds of the hospital, the change of shifts, the beep of the machines, a part of her life. It was that pink rose that was replaced every day beside her bed that made her heart soar. And his voice that read out to her and comforted her. The love she felt. The hope that the love brought with it.  

An attempt at a Drabble : a 100 word story :)