Gold – A 100 Word Story

The machine goes ping and she stifles a laugh. They loved that movie.

His hands are cold in hers, so she is not surprised when the rhythmic ping changes to a whine, then to the chaos of nurses and doctors performing a full code. She allows herself to be ushered out to the sterile comfort of the waiting room.

Couples fight silently overhead, the trash tv thankfully muted. Her fingers caress the worn gold of her ring. She wonders if she will wear it once he has gone.

She sees the doctor in the doorway, and stands to meet him.

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