Emma had retreated to the basement of her mind as years passed and words came less and less.
A gentile in a kind Mormon rest home, Emma heard the nurses as they changed shifts and discussed patients, as if they were inanimate objects. “Her extremities are more spastic” and “Exhibits increasing imbecility daily” were the diagnoses and observations expressed.
Rage and anger filled Emma’s mind, but words could not break the barrier the stroke had given her.
A new orderly, Kevin was hired for the night shift and was assigned to Emma’s care. His kindness was a gift. Kevin spoke to her with gentleness, a relief after her silence had muted her voice.
One late, late night night, Kevin softly entered Emma’s room and awoke her. “Emma, you know you have fulfilled your life’s purpose. Now,” he covered her mouth and nostrils with his big hands. “Let’s go swimming in a cool ocean. Take a deep breath, and dive to the bottom.”
Emma’s mind grew darker and darker as she reached the ocean’s floor. “How lovely!” were her last thoughts.
These italicized and underlined words are provided by Delores from Under the Porch Light. Each Wednesday, Delores provides six daunting words for any who wishes to participate in this writing challenge. Please visit her site by clicking on the shivering cardinals in the sidebar; you will find other writers who have taken different slants on these words!