Ficlets

After what seemed to be an eternity of nostalgia, I desperately clung to our memories. Telling him each loving anecdote as if he could still hear me. While his chest rose, fell, rose, fell, rose and fell, a steady rustling of rhythm amidst the beeps and clicks of the many machines maintaining his final link to this earth.

Physically I was paralyzed. Crouched on the floor, with my knees pulled up in front of me, as if they would shield me from what I knew my eyes were already seeing. An empty shell they claimed was my beloved grandfather. The surrounding air suffocated me in unfamiliarty, my breathing became harder and harder, while my tears mimicked, rushing down my face in thick waterfalls.