If there’s anything we can do

1,737 words – approx. 6 minutes

No-one saw Harry Fletcher reach the top of the stairs and lean heavily against the wall outside his door, a roar in his ears like the sea. He was relieved – with people would come questions, concern, misunderstanding, or sympathy. You never knew how quickly news travelled these days, how much time you would have to yourself.

He’d had to fight to convince the hospital staff to let him leave unaccompanied, but in the end they had better things to do than argue with a stubborn old man. The steps had been a challenge though; it would have been good to have had someone to lean on. It was several seconds before he had his breath back and could open the door, the lower lock turning anti-clockwise as you’d expect, the upper one clockwise, contrary. He scraped his feet twice on the mat and went inside.

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Til I die

“I’ll hold you til I die,” you said. Less than three seconds later your arms stiffened around my back and your final breath rattled out. You’d always liked a joke.

I’m away this week, so I’m posting a few 3-sentence 30-word stories. Inspired by Alanis Morissette.