So here it is, another Friday, time for Friday Fictioneers. I’m slow to show this week. Such a busy schedule being retired and all! But here I am with my 100 words. We are hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields of Addicted to Purple. We like to tell tales according to a photo prompt.
Two pairs of arms lifted her up, one at her shoulders, the other at her feet. She was light as a feather. What was happening? She felt limp. Her head was all fuzzy.
She felt the arms lowering her. It wasn’t soft, that’s for sure. It wasn’t wide either. She felt her arms dangling down both sides. Oh, yes, she was in the OR for her surgery.
“I feel like a slab of meat!” She giggled.
Blurry faces in green masks loomed above her. “It’ll be over soon” She recognized her doctor’s voice. “Start counting to ten.” Said another. One…