When the ambulance arrived they rushed him straight to the operating room.
We paced outside the coffee lounge waiting area.
It seemed like hours but only minutes had passed.
No one dared speak for fear of causing a deluge of emotions in the nervous mother.
Her woeful cries, when she first heard of her sons accident, rang in Isadora’s ears. She wasn’t sure she could bring comfort to her mother if anything happened to her brother, Vincent.
It didn’t seem possible, they hadn’t heard anything.
Finally, Dr. Ramundi, approached. “I’m sorry. We did all we could.”
Genre: Flash Story
Word Count: 100
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*****Although this story is fiction, it’s been influenced by the recent death of my grandson, Vincent.
Vincent Alfonso Carrozza, 23, passed away on Monday, Sep 17, 2018
at Greenville Memorial Hospital in South Carolina.
My granddaughter, Isadora, was named after me.
My grandson Vincent’s middle name was my husbands first name, Alfonso.