This is a response to a Flash Fiction prompt from ‘Putting My Feet In the Dirt’, Writing Prompts hosted by ‘M’. Which can be found by following the link below..
by John Yeo
It was as if a curtain of excruciating pain had dropped on her mind as she lay there. She couldn’t talk as her throat was blocked by the airways and tubes. However she was aware of people all around her and she could clearly hear the sounds and voices surrounding her.
Josephine’s mind drifted over the possibilities of how she could have found herself in this position.
The guidelines issued by the government had been clear. Wash your hands frequently, no contact, no touching and keep your distance. It was just that she’d thought, ‘I should be alright if I continually wear a mask and keep washing my hands. After all it’s mainly old people in care homes who are dying.’
It was Jamie who had turned her head, she’d been in love with him for ages. He’d seemed to have ignored her for months until three weeks ago when they passed each other in the street, he’d stolen her heart with a broad grin. One thing led to another and a relationship had quickly developed. They say love is blind; nothing could separate the lovers, until Jamie was rushed off to hospital.
Four days later Josephine had developed the well publicised symptoms and things had just got worse and worse. She had been rushed into hospital and here she was attached to a ventilator fighting for her life.