Over to Michael for this week’s Tale Weaver Challenge.
I’m cheating today as I wrote this four years ago but it seems to fit this week’s Tale Weaver.
When the Light Goes Out (originally posted 26th February 2014)
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.
She felt her heart beating again, a rhythmic thudding in her head.
The only thing in her head.
The light went out.
‘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.