Last kiss
He was lying in the hospital bed, breathing, but no other living signs of the father I'd known. A cocktail of drugs had kept him that way, gone away, miles away, thank goodness. It was down to me to take our mother home... home to what? Time to say goodbye. I leant over and kissed his forehead.
"Goodnight Dad, God bless you," matching the familiar bedtime ritual we all knew, except in reverse.
I was shocked when his eyelids instantly flicked open, revealing a final acknowledgment, beyond consciousness. I never saw him alive again, but how could I ever forget?
- Category: True Stories Told As Fiction
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D.M. about 8 years ago
poignant reversal.
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Alex Munro about 8 years ago
I have just read all of your kiss series. I haven't been on drablr for a few days. Love the variation on themes, the illustration of the different messages a kiss can convey, the 6 moments trapped in amber. This one has to be the most touching, this and the first tentative kiss of blossoming love. Great work Neville.
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Neville Hunt about 8 years ago
Thanks very much Alex. I enjoyed writing them, even this last one which was 100% true. I thought it might spook me, but it was quite uplifting to realise that there had been final recognition... although it freaked me out a bit at the time.
