When the light goes out.

The pain shot through her chest with such force, it took her breath away.
Another slammed into her, knocking her senses into orbit.
Not now. Oh please, not now.

She was all ready and looking forward to meeting her friends. They hadn’t seen each other for so very long, and had so much to catch up on.
Another shock, and she started to hear voices.
Oh, the light. That damn light.
The light was so bright it was hurting her eyes.
She didn’t want to go towards it. She wanted to stay where she was.
She had PLANS for heaven’s sake!
‘Leave me alone!’ she shouted, but nobody heard her.

Another spasm.
She felt her heart beating again, a rhythmic thudding in her head.
The only thing in her head.
Then nothing.
The light went out.

spirit‘She’s back with us now,’ the doctor said putting the torch in his pocket.
The emergency crew wheeled the crash cart away, their shoes squeaking on the polished floor.
The nurses checked her drips and tubes. They re-arranged the sheets and pillows.
The monitors blipped and beeped, doing everything for her.

No-one noticed the single tear that slipped from under her closed lids.


About pensitivity101

I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! In November 2020, we lost our beloved Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. We decided to have a photo put on canvas as we had for her predecessor Barney. We now have three pictures of our fur babies on the wall as we found a snapshot of Kizzy, my GSD when Hubby and I first met so had hers done too. On February 24th 2022 we were blessed to find Maya, a 13 week old GSD pup who has made her own place in our hearts. You can follow our training methods, photos and her growth in my blog posts. From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives. We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
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4 Responses to When the light goes out.

  1. Puti says:

    that’s sad

  2. polarflares says:

    love it. Think about these moment frequently. Have you read any of that undertaker poet? They did a Frontline piece on his Mortuary. Very moving. I like the idea of fighting for one’s life, don’t know if I will or not.

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