Every Friday, writers from around the world gather at Rochelle Wisoff-Fields blog to share their 100 word flash fiction stories based on a photo prompt. Here is my humble submission:
“That’s nice, you like dolphins?” Regina asked as she deftly finished wrapping Charlie’s wound.
“It was my Mom’s,” he sighed. “She bought that a couple years ago on a trip to Pensacola. That was before the cancer. She’s gone now.”
Regina stood, stuffing bandage wrappers into a large Ziploc bag.
“I’m sorry,” she said.
“I can still feel them,” he said. “My legs I mean. It feels like a friggin bus is parked on top of them.”
“That’s just phantom pain Charlie, it’ll fade with time.”
He closed his eyes, forcing back tears.
“It’s ok Regina. You can go now.”