The sun rises, in a foreboding nature, its early glancing rays the instillers of trepidation
Trepidation channeled in the quick exchanges, the goodbyes, the prayers
Offered quietly before waltzing with the asphalt in the bleak but simultaneously effulgent display
The car is hungry, growling for a morning meal
We stop at the pump, satiate its hunger and move on our way
My sister sips from a plastic bottle while I desperately attempt to dampen my dehydrated mouth
No food, no water. The river runs dry and fruitless
The sun continues to rise as I continue to plummet in anticipation
I arrive at the hospital, uncover myself from the comfort of my quilt
Grasp the stuffed dog I have named Puppy, who has accompanied me thirty-seven times
And I trudge my way through the sliding doors, check in with my ID and card
Proceed to the Surgical Prep Area
Puppy and I are soon whisked to the inner layer, the mysterious fortress where many enter and
Not all have the privilege to leave
Bay nineteen, oh my favorite number, I revel silently as I quickly don a hospital gown and paper booties
Feeling down, depressed, or hopeless – nearly every day
Having thoughts of hurting yourself or of suicide – nearly every day
So goes the depression screening
Pinch as a needle creeps into my vein, a flash of blood, success
Is my memory going? Well there is a determining exam
Today’s result? Negative, the woods are clear for now
Sticker time, EKG, EEG, so many machines, so many stickers
A burst of electricity passes through the conductor paste they have so carefully placed
On each side of my head
One, two, three seconds… Nearly a minute passes of hopeful seizing
Wondering if anything will ever work, if anything will ever bring peace.
This piece is in response to the WordPress Weekly Writing Challenge: Flash Fiction. The challenge was to write a brief story – 300 words or less. I chose to present mine in a semi-poetical nature. Hopefully I was successful.