It’s Not My Time
Just a sip of water … please
In his twilight years, Michael often wondered how his departure from the world would take place. He hoped, like most people, it would be painless and in his sleep. It might happen when I cross a busy road, or left to languish in a care home, he pondered as he lay on a hospital trolley.
Michael had been told, even with a minor operation, there were still some risks. It’s not my time, he thought, I’ll be up and playing bowls within a couple of days.
Can you relax your arm please, the anaesthetist said, it’s just a small scratch.
About the author
Alan has been writing short stories for six years. Before that, he was the editor of a civic society newsletter for seven years. When he first started writing fiction, his published work was rewarded with complimentary copies from magazines. His first cheque arrived on Christmas Eve 2009.
In 2011 he made the short list for one story and became a prize winner for flash fiction. Alan also won first prize, of £100, in a poetry competition in 2013. The last three accolades were awarded by the same best-selling UK magazine for writers. Alan’s work has been read out on Internet radio and
his stories are now published in hard copy magazines and e-zines.