Can I get a high-five for Sunday? LOVE this day, and all because of six sentences (times many-an-author). It’s fun to read snippets of ongoing stories, getting to know characters, getting to know authors. My writing has improved over the past fifteen weeks (just how do I make six sentences compelling?) and I have bought & read some fantastic stories (Bree Younger and Kathleen Grieve come to mind). Just as soon as NaNoWriMo is done, my Kindle will be humming with some new purchases. . . .Be sure to check go and discover all of the participating Six Sentence Sunday authors here > Six Sentence Sunday Website
We continue from last week after Rachel arrived at the Intensive Care Unit. . . .
Rachel walked into the small room the nurse had pointed to, the lights and beeps of the various machines confronting her. The muted light showed one empty chair and a bed–it took a moment for her brain to register there was a body laying in that bed. The small form was almost completely hidden under plastic tubing, rubber leads, and bandages.
Rachel struggled to identify the still shape as her daughter. There was no laughter coming from her, no stubborn, pre-teen stance; no mumbling, tossing and turning as Angela was prone to do when she slept. Almost daring to hope that this little girl was not her little girl, Rachel’s eyes traveled the length of the patient from toe to head.