Finale

I was wheeled into the Operation Theater. They checked my vitals. The anesthesiologist had already spoken to me the previous day.  He came and smiled at me and started his procedure. I knew it was my last day there. There meaning; the  end of my misery, the pain and  the medications.

I settled down nicely. Happy and content that the wait was over. The anesthesia started its work. I became drowsy. The team around me got active.

As I slipped out of consciousness, I felt I saw someone with a noose.  and I knew it was my last day anywhere.

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Written as a part of 100 words on Saturday 7 at Write Tribe. The prompt being I knew it was my last day there.

100 Words on Saturday - Write Tribe

23 thoughts on “Finale

  1. scary stuff – I realized later that this was fiction, but we almost always leave something of ourselves in whatever it is that we do – no matter how hard we try not to.

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