Tansy Undercrypt
Author, Illustrator, Purveyor of Doom & Whimsy


May 12th 2017 in Microfiction

She wheeled carefully alongside the hospital bed and reached for his hand. “You’re leaving me,” she said. “I think so,” he responded, “but I’m not happy about it. I miss you already.” “For so long, I wanted to kill you myself,” she whispered, wiping her tears away, “but now … ” He squeezed her hand with what strength he had. “I know,” he whispered, “but that’s part of it. Every day wanting you to crawl back to the hell that spawned you and now … now I just wish we could do it all over.” “Maybe we will,” she said, pressing her cheek against the back of his hand. “Wouldn’t that be … ,” he sighed then, and used a finger to stroke her cheek. “Please don’t go,” she cried. At the station, two of the night nurses looked in. “Husband and wife?” asked one (new to the rotation). “Oh, God, no,” said the other, “but Sharla Evell and Ian Goode have been together forever, loving and hating each other at the same time.” “Wait … ,” said the first. “Yes,” the second cut her off. “Evil and Good. The eternal struggle.”

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