Counting Beeps by Cindy Pereira

The continuous beeping wore her down.

The day before she had lost her son. Today she heard someone say that her husband wasn't going to make it too. Now she felt shattered, alone, torn and lost. It hurt to breathe, to even cry.

Beside her a machine beeped unendingly; from the corner of her eye, she noted its fluorescent graph and wondered when it would flatline.

If it did, and there was a good chance, she thought, she'd become just another statistic of the pandemic.

The beeping continued rhythmically and she mentally counted them. At least that didn't hurt.

Selected: March Drabble
Published in Issue #28

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