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. 🙂 )


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.”

About Ben Naga

The Spirit that graces me with its passing has no name and stems not from thoughts and words, though it gathers them up as it flows, but from feeling.

Posted on December 18, 2014, in Flash Fiction and tagged , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 14 Comments.

  1. You unveiled more of your talent. Well written story and relevant today. A powerful and sympathetic message.

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  2. Interesting subject. We’ve been discussing this one in various collections of folks for days now. Agreed! Also like ‘four eyes in tears.’

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  3. I am very moved by the impact of your story. Concise and speaks to today’s important issue. Saying goodbye and accepting the end with dignity.


  4. I can only say “Amen”… May we all have the right to choose the time of our transition when things begin to fail. Very eloquent, Ben.

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