Issue 7: Health

A Tinge of Joy my daughter has escaped with the family’s savings. If they catch her trying to get across the Hospital for the ‘lack of caring’.

Although determined not to let the Minders detect my daughter’s plan, I cried when she left.

With my body trapped in machinery and only able to move my lips and open my eyes, I could do little to prevent the tears being detected.

‘What’s this,’ the ever-alert Minder had said. ‘Isn’t your daughter coming next week?’

‘Of course,’ I mumble.

‘So why so sad?’

‘I’m thinking of my family and friends who died before the Prolongers took over. I’ve lived an extra seven years because of the pills, the equipment and the medical specialists.’

‘Yes, and you’ll be alive another ten or more years; your daughter still has considerable savings. It ‘And with my grandchildren.’

‘I’m sure he is.’

‘You enjoyed the walk to the river with your daughter?’

‘Yes, although the drugs are freeing and I often hallucinate about being outdoors, I’m happy my daughter can still take me to the river.’

‘Sadly, it’s hard on the equipment so this might be your last trip outside.’

‘Then we’ll visit here in my room, the chair is comfy.’

Of course, I hoped my daughter would never be in the room again but I couldn’t hint at that.

When my daughter arrived earlier today, although she did nothing to alert the custodians, I immediately saw in her face that this would be our last visit.

‘Shall we head down to the rapids?’ she smiled. ‘The autumn leaves are glorious.’

It was a rhetorical question; I always want to go outdoors.

When I was young and had contemplated dying, I fantasised being in the open country, walking the Prolongers allowed it, I could not move by myself and while my daughter still had money they would not allow her to take me beyond the gates. voices. For safety, we still speak in a coded language. When my son-in-law escaped with the children, we had to hide our joy behind an angry tirade.

‘The police came and told me Tom and the children have slipped across the border with his savings and the money from the house,’ my daughter announced. ‘They are keeping an extra watch on me, although I would never leave you, Mom. Even when we have no money and you are sent to the Hospice, I will stay with you.’

‘I know, Tom was not loyal,’ I chimed in. ‘And to take the children.’ have raised suspicions. She brushed a bit of lint off of my cheek and planted her usual cursory kiss on my forehead.

‘My hands are cold,’ I said, and she rubbed them.

A Minder hurried in, ‘Do you need special heated gloves?’

‘No, I just like the human touch,’ I admitted.

‘What a sentimentalist you are,’ the Minder laughed. ‘You know Roberta Robot does that much better.’

As she hurried out to get Roberta, I felt my daughter slip a necklace over my head.

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