Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner: When He Fell Asleep


Shane’s bedroom felt empty and cold, as if every bit of warmth and life had been sucked out of it. It was hard for Kristen to believe, only a few hours ago, her darling boy had been rolling around on his blanket.

One minute Shane had been gurgling and laughing as he held his ABC’s book on his blanket and the next he had fallen asleep peacefully on his back.

Except, Kristen thought, tears streaming down her face, Shane never woke up. Kristen thought Shane was still asleep but when she touched his tiny body he wasn’t breathing; she called 911 hurriedly.

A kindly EMT, Patrick, comforted Kristen.”There is nothing you could have done that would have saved Shane. We don’t know a lot about why babies die from SIDS in their sleep.” Patrick added.

“Still, I should have paid better attention to him . . .” Kristen sobbed.

Patrick looked at Kristen and held her hand.” You’re a parent Kristen and you’re human. You did the best you could,“nothing, especially taking care of a baby,is ever as easy as it looks.” Parents have no control when a baby dies suddenly so please don’t blame yourself. Grieve, and if you like, have the courage to be a Mother again.

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Thanks to Roger Shipp for hosting this week’s FFftPP.

 

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Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practioner: Bowling for Retrievers


” Of all the places I thought I would end up New Year’s Eve” it wasn’t beside a blind man on a plane with his guide dog Daisy. She was a beautiful friendly golden retriever. I wasn’t supposed to pet her but I couldn’t help myself when those chocolate eyes looked at me.  

I was going to Housten to compete in a bowling competition. I know what you’ll say: “Bowling, what kind of sport is that?” Well it’s a good one. I enjoy it and it keeps me relatively fit and when you’re not bowling you get to sit and drink with your buddies.

Suddenly, Daisy began to bark and whimper at Sam who was eerily still. It appeared Sam had peacefully passed away in his sleep. 

I kept Daisy with me when they took Sam to the morge. There was a funeral and I went. I heard his wife wondering what they were going to do with the dog who was too old to go to a new blind person. 

I spoke up then, “I’ll take her,” I said. Sam loved that dog and I would love her too. “Daisy” I whisper to her while petting her ears ” you and I are going to be great bowlers.” 

Word Count: 194 words

 

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Thanks to  RogerShipp for hosting this weeks challenge with the prompt picture and beginning line: 

“Of all the places I thought I would end up on New Year’s Eve…” 

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