by Xanthe Elliott
They
told her to turn him off – let him go –he’s really already
gone. Standing over his hospital bed, her denials were fierce,
immediate. “He is my husband; I will bring him back.” And she
did, though he’d been beaten to the very edge of eternity. Later
she would watch him as his brow furrowed in concentration, his
fingers twisting and twining until at last a bright smile lit up his
face. He tugged excitedly on her sleeve. “Hey lady, look! I tied my
shoes…” She cried.
Xanthe Elliott is the alter-ego of a mild-mannered Maryland
accountant. After counting beans by day, she seeks the meaning of
life in the written word. Xanthe crafts tales of romance and
self-reflection; her work is featured in One Sentence Stories, online at 101Fiction.com and is forthcoming in Rose Red Review.
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