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Life often takes us whichever way it wants to.

Health once lost is often difficult to recover.

And what if one has to deal with it all alone.

Sorrow and joy can be a person’s closest partners.

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I’m all alone. Day – night seem the same. I’m always engulfed by a sharp, white light. I still haven’t warmed up to this hospital bed. Home is a distant memory. One I dream about with my eyes open and closed. It seems cheerier than I knew it to be. Maybe time has blurred the […]

Beep…Beep…Beep… By Terveen Gill — Gobblers / Masticadores // Editores: Manuela Timofte / j re crivello

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11 Comments on “Beep…Beep…Beep… By Terveen Gill — Gobblers / Masticadores // Flash Fiction

  1. I’m still catching up with all your blogs I have missed while I was away in Germany. This one made me think of the time, my dad was in a coma for weeks. He told me lots of stories about what he thought, or thought he thought, what he dreamed. The memory of his time in a coma seems so vivid, he must have lived through it very consciously – like your character. Great writing, Terveen. Always an adventure to dive into one of your stories.

    • Thanks so much, Britta. I can’t even imagine what your dad must have been through. A really tough time. But life has to be lived with all the ups and downs. And the subconscious is very powerful. Don’t worry about catching up. I’m glad you’re back safe and sound with wonderful memories. Take care. And I know you’ll miss your dad. Stay strong! 🙂

  2. this had me gripped from the start; the revelations are crude and cutting: that bed sores are her true companions and a loyal enemy is a prized entity; this is a well wrought piece —

    • Thanks a lot, John. I think sickness can scrape away the misconceptions that plague our brains. It brings out views and wisdoms that couldn’t have come any other way. Appreciate it. 🙂

    • Thanks so much. It seems grim is my bent of mind these days. And the subconscious mind never rests. Tried to bring the two together. 🙂

    • Thank you so much, Jeff. I think sadness and joy are interdependent. I appreciate you and your wonderful comments. 🙂

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