Short, Short Stories of the Week
Jude lie awake on what was to become her death bed; death, was immenant- the question was: When? Soon, she feared. So recently had she come into this world, and so quickly she was leaving. Jude was not aware of the ever approaching Reaper, for all she truly feared was that she would never laugh again, never share one of those great moments with friends. She heard the clock ticking away, and stared at the little red light on her stereo. The sound reached out and tugged at Jude's heart. What was awaiting her, she wondered. A cold coffin in frozen dirt for eternity... Or was there more than that? Jude did not believe there was, and that is what kept her shivering under the layers of blankets. Her eyes welled up at the thought of her times gone by. Her friends and her happiness now seemed so distant. The radio went quiet and Jude did not question, reception on her farm was always foggy. It seemed as though a weight had been lifted from Jude's fearful heart, as she smiled thinking of her family and friends. Soon music came from the radio and Jude had almost settled into sleep when she glanced at the music coming from the stereo. The red light, however, was gone.