So here it is, another Friday, time for Friday Fictioneers. I’m slow to show this week. Such a busy schedule being retired and all! But here I am with my 100 words. We are hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields of Addicted to Purple. We like to tell tales according to a photo prompt.
PHOTO PROMPT © Luther Siler
Two pairs of arms lifted her up, one at her shoulders, the other at her feet. She was light as a feather. What was happening? She felt limp. Her head was all fuzzy.
She felt the arms lowering her. It wasn’t soft, that’s for sure. It wasn’t wide either. She felt her arms dangling down both sides. Oh, yes, she was in the OR for her surgery.
“I feel like a slab of meat!” She giggled.
Blurry faces in green masks loomed above her. “It’ll be over soon” She recognized her doctor’s voice. “Start counting to ten.” Said another. One…
onethousandandtwo 
Gosh what happened? An accident?
No accident, just a bothersome inconvenient painful growth.
Lily
It’s kind of creepy feeling when the haze washes over you. I’ve been there. But then, you’re gone.
You gave this an odd, floating feel, jsut like one gets when “oing under.” Nicely done.
Dear Lily,
This is exactly what I’m talking about when I challenge writers to step outside the box! And you did it masterfully. Light as a feather was just enough to connect to the prompt.
Any of us who have had surgery can relate to that feeling. Very well done.
I can relate the the business of ‘retirement’. I can’s say that I’ve suffered one nano second of boredom since I retired in October. With my writing and illustrating I’m as busy as ever.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Thank you Rochelle! Such a compliment. It’s a pleasure and a great learning experience to participate in FF. I appreciate you work in leading and holding us together. Great you are enjoying the ‘retirement’, too.
Lily
I have never had surgery.. but I think this is what it would feel like.. (sometimes falling asleep I feel a little bit of the same)
As Rochelle said, excellent thinking outside the box! Enjoyed your story!
Thank you!
Lily
I was concerned for her at first, then the story said it was surgery. I’m wondering where it was that the table was so narrow. Good use of the prompt. Well done, Lily. 🙂 — Suzanne
Thank you, Suzanne!
Lily
Your story alarmed me, because I thought, “Oh no, death is approaching!” Then, I read on and was vastly relieved when it was about feeling “light as a feather” while going into an anesthetized state.
And, I wanted to add, it’s a very well-written story!
Thank you so much! I needed that since I’m feeling a little lackadaisical about writing. Too many grey days, I suspect.
Lily
You’re welcome, hafong! Yes, these dark days are somewhat dampening, aren’t they? And yet, sometimes, all we need are wintry days, and the Muse arrives, unannounced. I want to keep my door open!
Great way to look at it. Thanks.
Lily