true love

“John called again. He said he wants to see you.”

“Nay…”

“I told him you are resting.”

“Hmm.”

“Are you okay? Are you hurting?”

“Maybe, time for another shot.”

“I’ll get ready.”

She grabs a syringe without a needle, fills with liquid morphine and brings it to his lips.

“Here, you’ll feel better…”

“A useless lump wearing a diaper… I don’t want anybody to see me like this.”

“How come you don’t mind me seeing you like this?” she teases with a smile.

“Because I love you.”

 

(87 words)

 

PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot

 

For Friday Fictioneers – 23 September 2016

 

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