Lay on the bed, the outline of ceiling tiles etched into her vision.
They told her she was lucky. She didn't feel lucky, lay waiting for a nurse to sit her up.
Her life felt over. It wasn't, she could still do so much. Just not by herself.
I mulled the prompt for a few minutes, and had to go this way with it, it took me a long time to get the phrasing how I wanted it on the last few lines, so hopefully whats going on here comes across.
the prompt this round 'Moving' - the challenge to write a story in 240 characters or less is so much fun, head over and give it a goThis is an entry to @feltbuzz's regular #zapfic contest with
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Woohoo!
You say a lot, with few words.
cheers!
Frustrating!
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I guess it depends on what you expect from life if it's over or not.
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Oh, as we were talking together about this, this story is so sad in tone yet so good!~
Now that's a scene setter, and one that sets the reader for an incident our poor protagonist had inflicted on her.
Well there's our prompt word, movement, being exacted there and also the title in play here as well. Where she's basing her personal luck as unlucky because she couldn't move despite people thinking she was lucky to survive the life-damaging event. But truly, the last paragraph caps it off.
And this is where I think you mean by the title "Lucky" there. That despite not being able to independently move she can still live her life and still can do a whole lot as probably a handicapped person (though it would be annoying). Well I do hope her life will improve from there and probably helped by a good caretaker or by her lover or her friends~
I didn't even need the few words … the picture alone.