Hospital Stay
by
Alina Happy Hansen
He sits propped up on some pillows. The sick smell of bleach and antiseptic is inescapable. His neighbor groans in pain behind the curtain partition. The TV flickers every other minute, the signal weak. A voice calls to him from outside the opened window. His heart beats furiously. The voice of his dead mother reaches him, getting louder as he reaches for the call button. “Why did you say you wanted me to burn in hell?”
If you are reading this Thank You for taking time out of your day to read my writing!
I hope you will return in the future!
-Alina