Lost Things

Snippet Sunday (Flash Fiction)

When I woke up on the morning after it had happened, I didn’t remember at first. I couldn’t remember. I thought I would have been able to tell, that I would feel different, but everything was the same as always. The nurses came in and out of the room, doing their usual observations, while I closed my eyes and pretended to sleep. I don’t know how long it was before I finally woke up properly. I still felt drowsy at the time, but the food trolley had come around and one of the healthcare assistants was shaking me, and asking me what I wanted for lunch. I shrugged. It didn’t seem important. I wasn’t really hungry. I wasn’t really anything. All I felt, was empty. She had gone, and she’d never be back, and I’d barely even known her.