THE FINAL FRAME by ARTHUR HOWE (distant reading .txt) 📕

works it’s way through with the saline drip. I’d suggest we go and get ourselves a bite to eat and keep your mobile switched on - they’ll want to break the news to you personally”. The smiling voice continued.

My frame filling up with Betty’s smiling face.

My frame filling up with Joshua’s smiling face.

“Fuck you Arnie” Betty said smiling, arm around Joshua’s neck.

“Yeah, Fuck you Arnie” Joshua mirrored.

Betty and Joshua walking out the door arm in arm, smiling, laughing.

I screamed. No scream came from my mouth. I screamed again and again.Again and again.

I am still screaming when the door opens again.

“Calm down Mr Brick, now calm down, everything is going to be just fine now” shouted the fat garlicky nurse as she picked up the phone on the side table.

“We have a situation in Room 117, Coma recovery. Yes……..Mr Brick, ……. Yes, the Patient has regained consciousness and is talking……….. Yes, no problem, send the team down here now”, She finished , putting down the phone and coming over to me.

I turned my head. It moved. I watched as she slowly removed the drip from my arm and rubbed alcohol onto the puncture.

“There you are Mr Brick” she smiled. “everything is going to be just fine. Mrs Brick is going to be just over the moon when we call and tell her the good news”.


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