Posts Tagged ‘hospital’

(This is one of the 32 short stories I wrote from my high school to before I joined college.  They were read hundreds of times and edited so much but I could never publish the booklet. And now is the chance… help me make the story better)

There is a live-size portrait of Florence Nightingale hung on the wall of the ladies ward in our local hospital. Hundreds of people come to hospital everyday but I bet no one knows whose picture it is. Let alone knowing her, half of them may not have seen the picture even. I tell Tobgay about her. Though a history student he seems to have not gone out of his syllabus. Read more »

She wanders around her bedroom with just a towel wrapped around her body. Freshly out of bath, memory haunts her. Four hours earlier, she was in the hospital. As tears trickled down her cheek, she stared at the IV fluid drop into her veins. How simple, she thought. How simple that life should fall so frail. How simple that death could come anytime. Read more »