I stare blankly at the dull blue walls, the clock ticking monotonously, drowning out the beeping monitor. The luminous glow of moonlight piecing through the void of darkness surrounded by sprinkles of shining stars. I will be among them soon.
My eyelids burn with tiredness and as I close my eyes I remember her last words to me. 'I love you Grandma', followed by a bone crushing hug. A golden smile upon her face, her beautiful eyes trying to hold in tears, but failing as they spill down her little cheeks. Small sparkling diamonds, glistening as they twirl towards the ground...
I am awoken by the smell of fresh air, a contrast to the stench of sick, urine and disinfectant. In my hand I'm holding my old walking stick and my feet sense the padding of spongy grass. Where am I?
A towering brick wall stands either side of me, a shield to the world beyond. My legs tremble baring the weight of my body after months of lying on a bed like concrete. Ahead of me a glistening stretch of pale white mist crowds around the base of a twirling ladder. It rises far above my imagination, defying gravity as if it were an opening to heaven.
Life is a journey and I know that my ending is coming. My destiny lies at the end of this mystery. My footsteps leave imprints reminding me of the memories stuck in my mind and heart, holding a life of its own. My path behind me glows a burning amber, swirling up my back; urging me forwards. I feel years of age stripping away from me, bringing a bounce in my step as I no longer need my walking stick. It falls to the floor silently and my vision increases with strength. Warm and bright colours engulfing my sense of sight, greeting me like an old friend.
As I reach the foot of the ladder I imagine her stood beside me. 'I love you too' I whisper, smiling proudly. She was my angel, now it is time for me to be hers. The faint ticking of an invisible clock fills my ears as I take one look back at the fading reminiscent of my path before I start the climb.
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The lane of life
Proză scurtăShort description/story: The end of life/ the last goodbye. Read if you are bored and have time for a short 400 word description :)
