“It’s true what they say. There is a light. I didn’t believe them.”
“I can manage it. I can almost touch it. Keep going. Nearly there.”
With each step towards the brightness the pain continued to leave John’s body. The pain which had made living so hard.
All of a sudden he was bathed in that smothering light. A light which offered salvation. A light of hope?
“I can hear voices. I can see people, shapes, things”
As quickly as it had come the light then faded.
“Am I gone? Where am I? ”
Silence. John felt no more pain.
The above is my entry into this week’s photo prompt 100 word challenge over at Friday Fictioneers.