Prompt: Conversation with my Spouse | Word Count: 1200 | Genre: Mainstream fiction
I knew it instantly. You were there – then half a second later, you were gone.
“Stand back!” shouted the doctor, that antsy one you never liked, and “This way,” said Agnieszka, doe-eyed,“This way, Mrs Johnson,” guiding me out through the swing doors to the empty corridor, as behind us they worked away on you, in vain.
I made a sound. Agnieszka squeezed my shoulder.
“It’s too late,” I told her.