From the window of the hospital, the only view were snow flurries killing off hopes of an early Spring.
‘Look at me.'
His eyes opened but remained cold.
’Doctor, can he hear me?’
’Yes, he’s fully conscious.’
Tom reached down to shake a shoulder: ‘Dad…Dad, tell the truth, please.’ A rasping sigh was all he got.
The doctor reached over and touched Tom's arm, ‘I am sorry but I need you to leave now.’
‘Look, I'm his only son, and the bastard is going to be honest for once.’
From the bed, a soft laugh and a whisper of, 'No you ain't was all he got as final words.
Outside snow made roads silent and took away the colour of life.
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This blog was inspired by First 50 words where you freewrite from a single word prompt. I use random words or images to create flash fiction in formats ranging from twitter postcards to short short stories.