BETWEEN DUTY AND DEVOTION
Sitting with John, my mind reflects back fifty years to the day of our marriage.
A hot August day in Maryland, sweating in his Navy uniform, then a short honeymoon, duty called.
John’s breathing coming hard and erratic. Last night he held my hand tight and gave a weak smile.
This morning nothing, simply curled in a fetal position, eyes shut and that deep, hard breathing.
I hold the form to sign for relieving him of his pain allowing him to die with dignity.
Sign for devotion or sign, as he would say, for duty.
By Mary F. Twitty
Boca Raton Branch
Thank you for sharing with us.
Very Moving, without being over-sentimental…
I like the way you built the tension in so short a piece,
it is difficult to do. Right to the point with great love.
Mary, this was touching…Beautiful.
xoxo,
Michelle Putnik
So powerful, I keep going back to reread. Brilliant it is.
The word “brilliant” perfectly describes this
example of Flash Fiction at its finest.i
You knocked it out of the park with this story, Mary.
An entire story in just 100 words, which is the correct
way to write Flash Fiction. Moreover, the level of
feeling and sensitivity in terms of human emotions
makes quite an impact.
This is just plain brilliant. No more needs to be said.