On the other side of the window, five stories up, snow fell, snow flew, snow blew in all directions, absolutely silent; inside this room they were all figures in a snow-globe. Her bedroom had transformed into her hospice room, crowded and cluttered with medical apparatus, myriad pills, and an inevitable yet still uncertain end; none of them had been here before. While the other figures did laundry, bandage prep, medication checks, she slept, some one always beside her, holding her hand, ready to comfort her when she returned to unsettled wakefulness. The ventilator pulsed time.
When the snow did stop, the night became clear and cold, the sky sparkling like a field of sunlit snow, so many stars that to stare up at them was like being in a snow-globe, mesmerizing and oddly comforting. Through a lens of tears one figure thought she saw a falling star, falling up, so bright, so distant.
Written for Ivy’s Six Sentence Story prompt at Uncharted.
This week’s cue is STAR.