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Saturday, May 18, 2013

Footing...


My Free Write Friday offering based on the prompt from Kellie at; http://kellieelmore.com/2012/04/20/fwf-free-write-friday-photo-prompt/
Just felt inspired to write...




Wondering down that gravel laid path, she saw a dark figure standing in the distance. As Veronica started to hurry down the path toward the only sign of life she had seen in hours, she kept stumbling. Her heels were already tormenting her soles, not to mention the loot hidden away in her $2000 Gucci handbag. It kept swaying her in the direction of the shrubs. Finally she was in front of the dark figure which was in fact a sign post designating where exactly everything else was. She had finally arrived at the mystical magical sign post, that the fairies were talking about. She felt as if her journey was over but little did she know of the voyage she was about to embark upon.

With the intension of getting back home, she took off her heels and hung them on the sign post. Her barren soles were now, able to breath thus allowing the blisters to begin healing. She covered the base of the post with all her treasures, emptying her bag in the process. She threw her designer Gucci bag in the air and recited those sacred words.

"I, who have nothing... May now, have it all..."

"Veronica!!!!!" is what she heard back...

The post of life was talking back to her. But her vision was becoming blurry. Everything around her was beginning to take a different form. She was in fact waking up, to a room painted white. A flash of light flickering across her sight and more blurred objects by her side mumbling incoherently. She closed her eyes for a minute and tried to go back... But she opened them to see what seemed to be a hospital room. There was a nurse to her left, adjusting what seemed to be an IV line entering her forearm.

"Veronica!!?? How are you feeling?" A voice to her right. Turning, simply to see who was speaking to her was an ordeal in itself.

"Who are you?" She replied.

At that single moment, she was both terrified and confused. Barely able to move and unable to comprehend what was going on, she was unable to find her bearings.

"Veronica, I'm Doctor Shiren, I'm the Neuro-oncologist consulting in your case. A little bit of

retrograde amnesia is completely normal in your case.

But Veronica.... The tumor was too extensive... I was unable to do the procedure... I am sorry.."

He replied with an uncomforting confidence as he fought to find his place in the room.

"I'm dying?" Veronica whispered to herself... She did not know what to feel... She was at a loss for words, for thoughts and she was most definitely at a loss for feelings. She kept staring through the window, ignoring the surgeon as her eyes flooded with tears. 

"Is there anyone I could call, Veronica?" He couldn't make eye contact with her, as he seemed quite saddened by the prognosis as well. As if they has

"Doctor... I don't know... You keep calling me Veronica... And I don't know who you're talking about..."

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