The Blessed or the Damned
© 2016 Paul DeThroe
Excerpt from Nightmare Worlds, Collection of
Weird & Frightening Tales
Taken in by her beauty, I reached out
to gently touch her face but she disappeared. Shattered by the rebuff, my soul
withdrew and slammed back into my body. At that very moment, I realized that
she didn’t disappear because of anything I had done, but because she sensed a
visitor coming.
My wife walked in with doctor and
nurse in tow. “I think my husband has suffered enough,” she said. “He’s been
like this for two long days. I hate to do this but we must remove the life
support and let his soul go to Heaven.”
I’d heard my wife lie before and I
could tell from her voice’s inflection that she was staging for these medical
professionals. She wanted me dead so that she could collect the insurance money
and live happily ever after. How could I blame her? I was the one that worked
seven days a week to provide for her while ignoring her physical and emotional
needs. I suppose that was why she started having an affair in the first place.
How could I expect her to ever want to take care of me now that I was a
worthless vegetable?
Not surprisingly, the doctor didn’t
offer much in defense of my life; because he didn’t want the bill to exceed
what my insurance would pay. It would be so much easier for everyone to just
let me expire. Hearing my wife act like she cared so much, when the truth of
the matter was, she couldn’t wait for me to expire, caused me unbearable pain,
but when she started flirting with the doctor who would ultimately kill me, I
couldn’t take it anymore. I opened my eyes, which was the only part of my body
that actually worked and started blinking wildly.
“Doctor Philachek,” whispered the
young nurse who’d accompanied the distracted physician, “You must look at this.
He’s blinking!”
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