Lost

For the Trifextra weekend challenge:  33 word story with “Lost” as the prompt:

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My sister didn’t answer her phone.  Her neighbor: “She’s in the hospital–she’s dying, you know.”

“What’s all this?”, she asked as I walked in.

The nurses gave me a pamphlet about dying.

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20 Responses to Lost

  1. H.E. ELLIS says:

    Wow…I’m surprised to see you pull off “sad” so well.

  2. barbara says:

    what’s all this, indeed.

    well done.

    • Thank you.
      She said that, though–as if her brother visiting her, wherever she was, on a weekend she knew I was coming, just me walking in the room alone, was a Broadway play, or a gala event with every relative of hers having a surprise “you’re dying, but we love you” party.

  3. H.E. ELLIS says:

    I looked up who Elke Sommer was and yeah, she is a megahottie.

  4. Dana says:

    I read this three times, trying to think of something clever to say about it but all I can think of is, “Ouch.” Or in other words… well written.

    • Thank you; I appreciate that.

      • Dana says:

        I went through something sorta/kinda similar when I found out my mom was dying from ovarian cancer… it’s still difficult for me to deal with emotionally. My heart goes out to you because I can so feel your pain, which is why “Ouch” was all I could think of to say here yesterday through my tears as I read this. *hugs*

        • I’m sorry to hear about your mother, Dana. Cancer is such a worthless disease; it just amazes and disgusts me that anything so small as a few rogue cells can take over and destroy a human being.

  5. jesterqueen says:

    Speaking of easily distracted, I got all interested in the Elke Sommer/Pink Panther discussion and had to scroll back up to remember the entry.

    And in response to that

    Wow – I can’t imagine how hard it would be to tell your own sister she was dying.

    • The trouble with a 33 word story is that it leaves more questions than answers sometimes–the actual sequence was that a doctor (not her regular oncologist) with a very brusque manner told my sister the bad news a couple days before I got there, she didn’t want to bother any of us with it, but she did tell her neighbor, then the neighbor told me, and, when I got to my sister’s room, she also, and very angrily, informed me “I’m dying!” But in any case there are no rules at those awful times, and nothing to go by as to how to handle it. Not even a hand-stapled, photocopied pamphlet on dying can help us find our way.
      Thanks for reading.

  6. Thanks for linking up, trailertrashdeluxe. I love the simplicity of her ‘What’s all this?’ It’s a sombre piece and very well-written. See you for the weekday challenge.

  7. Gina says:

    This is sad but reality. Not easy, no doubt. Quite the story in 33 words.

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