I like days like today when you sit down to write and immediately know what you are going to say. I hope it worked the way I wanted it to. I guess I will find out when you lovely people post your comments.
Come with us if you want to live
She sat heavily. Her mind churned. All this time she had hoped it might not be true but the man made it quite clear. Her options were limited. She had a choice to make and she was running out of time.
“We can’t be certain. It could be weeks or it could be days.”
Days? The thought had never really occurred to her. She’d thought it would take weeks, perhaps months. Modern technology and all that. How would she ever have time now to say goodbye? Would she even want to? That terrified her even more. Was there anyone she wanted to see that much? Anyone that would notice when she was gone? No, she decided, frightened by her own conviction, there wasn’t. She wasn’t prepared to explain all the gory details to anyone on the fringes anyway. She had to go on and do this alone. That’s the way her mother would have wanted it. Deal with it yourself. Pass on without fuss. Leave without a trail of grief in her wake.
“I’m sorry. I don’t want to push you but we really need to know your answer. If you want to go ahead we need to get things moving. Arrangements need to be made. I know it’s a shock but you don’t have much time.”
“Would you like a cup of tea?” Her automatic responses were kicking in.
“No, thank you. I’m sorry, I just need you to sign the form. Here by the ‘x’, if you want to go ahead, and here, by the ‘y’, if you don’t.”
“Will it be easy?”
He didn’t answer. She didn’t want to know anyway. It wouldn’t make any difference. She knew what she had to do. She picked up the pen and signed by the ‘x’. Goodbye to one life, hello to the new.