The Drama of Dying
A cold shudder gripped my body as I read the label on my mother’s medication. ‘Dad, these are only pain killers. What’s going on? What did the oncologist say?’
My father flinched and walked away – as he did whenever I probed him about my mother’s prognosis.
So, there I was in the cancer clinic, surrounded by patients sitting slumped in silence, the dark pall of anxiety worsened by the interminable wait.
Thank you for entering the THE SADDEST STORY competition. Congratulations on coming first. Well done, it was a brilliant effort.
Mat Clarke, World Writers Collective
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