[I belong to an online writing group, and each month we write a story with a theme and a word count. This time, we were asked to write about ‘A Conversation with your Spouse’ in exactly 1200 words.]
I knew it instantly. You were there – then half a second later, you were gone.
“Stand back!” shouted the doctor, that antsy one you never liked, and “This way,” said Agnieszka, doe-eyed,“This way, Mrs Johnson,” guiding me out through the swing doors to the empty corridor, as behind us they worked away on you, in vain.
I made a sound. Agnieszka squeezed my shoulder.
“It’s too late,” I told her.
She looked at me with those big brown eyes of hers. Like Bambi, I’d said to you yesterday, when you’d cracked a smile, and said –
“They’re doing everything they can,” soothed Agnieszka.
“But it’s too late,” I explained to her, as gently as I could. “I know he’s gone.”
You’d surprised me, like you always did, before I’d had the chance to tell you one more time what I wanted you to know.