100 Word Memoir

Hand reaching out.
Photo by Adrien King on Unsplash

The red call button was clipped to the sheets of my hospital bed. I assumed that meant when I needed something I should press it.

Seemed obvious.

When I was in need of saltine crackers to help with my nausea, I pressed the button.

I waited. No one came.




Kris Downey

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