I won’t forget that day.
Amid the heart-rate machine’s beep, Dad recalled how mom easily wakes up anytime of the night whenever she hears his buggy’s honks.
While dad’s reminiscing, the doctor entered and told us that after over six months in coma, mom might not wake up again. We might just wait in vain.
Sickly dad asked me to get his old unmoving buggy. He said, “It is our last chance, buddy.”
After I returned, dad opened mom’s windows. He went down and pressed his buggy’s horns.
I won’t forget that day…
when we waited for a honk-made miracle.
Word count: 100 words
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Photo credit: Al Forbes
In response to Friday Fictioneers prompt for 26 February 2016.
Friday Fictioneers is a weekly writing challenge hosted by the generous Fairy Blog-Mother Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, where a photo is used as a prompt for a piece of fiction.