Iain Kelly

Finally he came upon a path.

He had no idea how long he had been wandering lost in the forest. At first he had stumbled blindly, with no sense of direction.

Then slowly, gradually, he had begun to figure out a way to get through the tangled web of roots and foliage and trees.

Now there was a light through the canopy above and a definite path to follow. He just had to make contact, to let them know he was still there and was on his way back to them.

***

She wiped her eyes with her sleeve, placing the new Alpine-scented air freshener above his head. He had loved the outdoors.

The doctor placed a consoling hand on her arm. ‘It’s been four months since the accident. There’s been no improvement in his brain activity. It’s our recommendation that we turn off life support, but the final decision lies with you.’

She looked at the form in front of her. She just had to sign it and it would be over. The constant beeping and the mechanical breathing would cease. She picked up the pen, hovering over the space for her signature.

Unseen by anyone, the little finger on his left hand twitched slightly.

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