Alone

The woman looked harried and fearful as I watched her. Obviously not from this country, with caramel skin and raven black hair, she stood there silently as doctors tried to revive her husband. I knew that she was hiding, not a legal citizen, and the fear of the hospital finding out in order to save her husband’s life was more than she could handle. Her body stiffened as the hospital staff approached her, one of them clutching a folder with documents stuffed inside. She slowly backed into a nearby room, but they caught her just before she slipped into the darkness. I overhead them as they confronted her, but not for the reasons she had expected, as hot tears started to stain her face when they mouthed, “We’re so sorry.”



author's note: this is the six sentence short story. if anyone can think of suggestions for a more appropriate title, that would be great :)