Revolutionärroman
The origin story of a radical. From the German meaning revolutionary story.
“What next?” Asked his mother calmly from her bed. “Did you bring me home to die?” She looked at her two sons and husband expectantly, wanting an answer that provided a glimmer of hope, but they had none. Finally, his father answered while his brother walked away.
“That’s up to you, honey.” What did that mean? He couldn’t be sure. None of them could. He grabbed his father by the arm and led him away as he called back to his mother.
“We’ll be back, Mom.” Once in the kitchen, there was enough distance to speak freely. “What the fuck is going on, Dad?”
“I’m sorry we didn’t tell you how bad it was; we should have called–”
“You think?” He interjected with more poison than intended. “If you had told me, I could have done something.”
“That’s why we didn’t; your mother decided to keep the diagnosis a secret; I just honored that. She didn’t want you disrupting your lives to save hers.”
“That’s fucking great, Dad. But it doesn’t explain why she’s here with hospice care when I was just talking to her days ago. What happened? She would have told me to come home if she thought she was dying.”
“She refused a transplant.” Silence suffocated the room.
“What do you mean she refused a transplant? Why would she do that?”
“Our insurance won’t cover the procedure, and we can’t afford it.”
“So they’re gonna let her die?”
“It’s her choice.”
“What kind of choice is that?”
About the Creator
kp
I am a non-binary, trans-masc writer. I work to dismantle internalized structures of oppression, such as the gender binary, class, and race. My writing is personal but anecdotally points to a larger political picture of systemic injustice.
A Love Forboding
The chipped stone slope caused unbearable footing. I slid, skirting on my heels. I cast my shield, relinquishing my guard to stay upright. Left with my double-edge and a prayer to the maker, I skated toward my objective. The earthly stubble gave way to solid ground. I found myself restored, a trail of dust in my wake.
By James U. Rizzi5 days ago in Fiction
Comments (3)
So heartbreaking—a cruel and unfair story with a fate that definitely rings true in reality too. Tragic and so well executed.
Super!!! Excellent story!!!
I understand the mother perfectly. I would have refused transplant too. Loved your word and story!