The doctor gave him the results, casually, as if he had done it many times before. Perhaps he had. What remained of his stomach tumbled and he suddenly retasted his breakfast. A second opinion? This was the third opinion. They didn’t necessarily agree on the unpronounceable name, but they were unanimous as to the prognosis.
Thursday, March 26, 2009
55 Flash Fiction Friday - Test Results - 3/26/09
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15 comments:
Oh this is heartbreaking! I just thought I was going through this with Diego. Good one. Love ya. Carly
The results were for the dog and not the man, right? love ya Carly
Man.....I've been there brother!
Excellent tear jerker again this week!
You are The Prince of Poignant!!
Thanks for this fine contribution, and try to have a Great Week-End.
Galen
Carly and G-Man:
The plan here if I were a better writer is that the reader would not know which best friend was termnal.
oh no!!!!!!! brings tears to my eyes...
Ohhhhhhhhhhh, this is making me bawl as I type.
My fiction for Friday is posted too, you'll need to skim down below my Friday's Show n Tell bunny to find it.
Happy weekend.
Powerful 55!
it def could have gone either way...sad no matter who :-/ great 55. :) i'm up, too
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So sad....what a loss it will be. Losing a friend is so very hard.
Not even knowing the specifics, this made my heart ache.
Well written!
The picture adds so much.
This is my first time writing a 55 and reading some of the others.
So much story you put in so few words.
Can't say who's comforting whom, but either way, one of them is losing a best friend.
Very touching, and cleverly written.
That brings back bad memories. :(
Your words say it all.
No! That's what I want to scream. I do hope this was truly fiction.
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