IN THE END - A Flash Fiction Story
After so many hours lying in this hospital bed, he had developed an ear for every unusual noise the hostile environment could throw at him; the dripping noise of a hundred tubes, the constant humming of machines, the never ending pumping of a-many unnatural hearts. His surroundings had become his new home; an uncomfortable, indiscreet, inhuman home with a horrific smell that he abhorred but knew he would never leave.
And for all his time in and out of here, he had a few not-so-bad memories, except that lately things had been getting worse and now she had arrived. He hadn't seen her, and though nobody else around him acknowledge her moving about, he could feel the cold breeze of her presence. He was tired and a few times over the last days, he had greeted her with more relief he cared to admit; but soon the desire came back. The same heart aching desire that had forced him to get this far, and a guilty feeling over powered him.
Now, it was not only in the air; he could hear her too. The slithering sound underneath his bed the others chucked to his old mechanical bed, but he knew better. He could almost see the cloaked figure blossoming in the shadows, crouching, waiting for his heart to show the slightest sign of weakness to snatch it right out of his chest, leaving him in the end as cold and pale as her.
By Georgina Morales.