24 views
Died at eleven years of age
#WritcoStoryPrompt16
She held on to the fragile branch with a death's grip as the roaring water threatened to drag her away.
She gasped, the bubbling swirls entering her mouth. There was no hope left...
She hoped there was no hope left. That way her death would be ruled an accident... another horrible twist of fate.
Fate is... well, fate is whatever fate is. Fate made it so her youngest of two children (both boys, three years apart) get cancer... and although he faught like hell to live - climbing all the gigantic mountians during his 18 months of horribe treatment to beat the cancer. When it was finished, he did everything he could to get better, stronger, build his stamnia. He splashed down those mountain waters. First he'd find the calmest waters. On to faster and faster rivers turning to rapids. By the first anniversary, he was going strong and stronger! Five days after this first year cancer free, he had his check-ups. No one was worried - it was the first time even his Mama didn't worry about hearing the cancer coming back. He was doing so, so well!
She sat in his hospital room and waited with his best friend (who also happened to be his brother, three years his senior), her eldest son, and their Mama waiting calmly, the father had left for his shift at the deli counter in the co-op. Elder son playing on his shoe, as per usual. They had little chit chat here and...
She held on to the fragile branch with a death's grip as the roaring water threatened to drag her away.
She gasped, the bubbling swirls entering her mouth. There was no hope left...
She hoped there was no hope left. That way her death would be ruled an accident... another horrible twist of fate.
Fate is... well, fate is whatever fate is. Fate made it so her youngest of two children (both boys, three years apart) get cancer... and although he faught like hell to live - climbing all the gigantic mountians during his 18 months of horribe treatment to beat the cancer. When it was finished, he did everything he could to get better, stronger, build his stamnia. He splashed down those mountain waters. First he'd find the calmest waters. On to faster and faster rivers turning to rapids. By the first anniversary, he was going strong and stronger! Five days after this first year cancer free, he had his check-ups. No one was worried - it was the first time even his Mama didn't worry about hearing the cancer coming back. He was doing so, so well!
She sat in his hospital room and waited with his best friend (who also happened to be his brother, three years his senior), her eldest son, and their Mama waiting calmly, the father had left for his shift at the deli counter in the co-op. Elder son playing on his shoe, as per usual. They had little chit chat here and...
