#WritcoStoryPrompt12
The old woman was near death. I could hear her try to draw in painful gasps of breath. I felt helpless as a doctor in this remote part of the world. Was there nothing I could do?
her final breath heaved out of her heavy chest I had just finished writing a song about a woman that smoked a half a Carton a day as soon as she set down she fired up a cigarette I lit one as well suddenly she turned blue she began gasping wildly I asked her if she wanted the heimlich she nodded yes feverishly I quickly got behind her and attempted the maneuver it failed I decided that maybe if rolled my hand with enough pressure around thw heimlich spot that maybe it would make her gag and sure enough it did she quickly regained her color she immediately thanked me I told her it was fine I still don't know if that happened becuse of the lyrics I had jusr finished writing but it freaked me out