A challenge..to write a ghost story in 5 minutes…the answer below

The Dying Room

In the tiny country town of (___________) the nearest hospital is 20kms up the road, which means for the elderly dying it can be difficult for spouses to visit.
There are no bus and train services as both towns are also dying. . Although old and picturesque, behind the quaint facades the buildings are slowly crumbling and the town services are being cut back. As in other old towns, the folks know each other and help out where and when they are able.
When someone is taken to the Local Hospital the flock of olds descend on the spouse and supply comfort, chat, and sustenance.
When said spouses partner is transferred to what they euphamistically call the dying room, then there is a flurry of slow motion support. Children and grandchildren are called to assist in transport to and from the hospital, and the visiting spouse has a constant escort of little greying men and women offering comfort or just company.
Bill (________) was slowly fading, not only in body, but in presence, and all His wife wished was be with him. She was blind and crippled and on the day he died she could not make her way to the Hospital.
On the day he was buried they said God cried tears in company with his Famliy.
Two years later Bill’s wife was in the dying room.

As the family came up the corridor she greeted every one of them by name, and commented on some aspect of their appearance. When the family looked askance at this she placed her hand on her chest and said
“Bill is here to take me home and he is telling me these things so I can remember you all as you are now, and not as you were before I lost my sight. This way I will be able to find you in your dying room wherever it may be. None of us need be alone in our passing as Bill was.”
With this she sighed deeply, clenched her hand tightly around nothing visible to the family, and passed.
On the day she was buried next to her husband in the church where she had played the organ, and sung in the choir for 60 years, the sun shone through onto her casket and threw rainbows in the church, illuminating the tears of her family and friends.The centuries old pine trees soughed their farewell with the same song that had sent her to sleep all her life in the cottage across the road.



3 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Mavis
    Jul 16, 2011 @ 06:41:53

    Beautifully written Annie! You have the ability of transporting the reader into the story, and putting the experiences of our hearts into words. That’s nothing short of gifted!


  2. Sharon
    Jul 23, 2011 @ 20:19:37

    awwww aunty annie that brought a tear to my eye and a smile to my face 🙂


  3. Pirate Nikki
    Jul 23, 2011 @ 21:07:06

    Loved it Annie. You drew me in and captured the beautiful side to death, faith and love. What a beautiful short story.


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