Pull The Plug
This post is written for Friday Fictioneers. My story follows the picture prompt.
It was an unusually cool spring day in Michigan. Even the daffodils had started to flower. He needed to walk after his conversation with his sister’s doctor. She was in a deep coma.
Born with one kidney now the other one was failing. She had been on home dialysis for the last two years. The doctor had called him in Tucson and he quickly hurried home. He was the only surviving family member and time was critical.
She had made her wishes very clear. They had even rehearsed this scenario.
“Say it,” she had said.
“Pull the plug,” he responded.