The man’s mouth moved but her mind refused to accept his words. A pain, so sharp that she struggled to breathe causing her to gasp as she reached out to touch the motionless fingers. Eventually she raised her head, looked up at the man and nodded.
‘If you’re ready, we’ll take him to the vault. The process will begin immediately.’
‘Will he .. When he … Will there be pain?’
‘We don’t think so. It should be like waking after a long sleep.’
The woman nodded and then, she rummaged in her bag. ‘Take his teddy. He’ll need his friend in that strange world. ‘
Thank you to Rochelle at http://www.rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com who organises the Friday Fictioneers. Authors write a piece of 100 word fiction, prose or poetry based on a photo prompt and exchange comments on their work. If you are a writer of short fiction, join us and see where your imagination takes you.