Stories related to death

Conception, birth, childhood, adolescence, maturity and old age, no theme remained untreated. Unfortunately, the author died before death.

I lay on the sonogram table, holding my breath. Ten long weeks, over. My world collapses at four simple words. “No fetal heart tone.”

The virus spread through his system faster than he had expected. As his memory began to fail, he prepared to switch to standby forever.

My finger lingered over the key. I needed to end our online friendship. But it’s hard to end things with a friend that died three years ago.

All I had to do was grab the outstretched fingers. He begged me to help. I smiled and walked slowly away. I knew she would soon forget him.

I sit by his bedside, waiting for some sign of life. For fourteen years I have lived thus, hanging on to hope. A faithful, wasted wife.