Freedom Of Choice (Flash Fiction)
I recently tried my hand at “flash fiction”. I aimed at 100 words. This piece has 99. (Or 102 if you include the title. 🙂 )
FREEDOM OF CHOICE
It was a shock.
Yes, it had been years. And the matron said it had been five days since she handed in all her valuables and stopped eating. Still. … Like a death mask.
“Mrs Smith. Your son is here to see you.”
A pause, then a sudden radiant smile.
I took her hand.
“I came to say goodbye. I love you, mum.”
The years, the words spoken and unspoken dissolve, leaving four eyes in tears.
And she drifts off again.
Back in the office the matron wants advice. Help.
“Let us honour her right to end her life.”