Caleb’s Hope

Caleb laid on the cold surgical table, surrounded by people performing their varied jobs. He was nervous, never having been operated on before. Someone was speaking to him, “Count back from 100, and by the time you get to 97, you’ll be in la-la land.”

Over his mouth was placed a cup, and he started to count. The last thing he saw was a guy dressed like that naughty Elf on the Shelf from the storybook he read to his child last night, and droplets of sweat fell to his lap as the blade glistened in his hands. The elf looked amazingly like Caleb’s dead grandfather!

“I hope I am asleep and this is a nightmare!,” thought Caleb!

Written for the December Writing Prompts from Putting My Feet in the Dirt. Also for the Daily Word (nightmare) and Three Things Challenge from The Haunted Wordsmith (elf, storybook, and grandfather).

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

A WordPress.com Website.

Up ↑

%d bloggers like this: