For the thousandth time, Isabel wished Jared had sent someone else to
cover this story. Taking a deep breath, she composed a professional
expression on her face and followed the mother up the stairs.
Isabel paused at the threshold of the girl's room. Sera Campbell's ashen
face and blond hair stood out against the oppressively cheerful pink
bedspread. Pink curtains filtered the afternoon sun, filling the room
with pastel light.
"Sweetie? This is Ms. Jepsen, the reporter I told you about. Remember?"
The girl's eyes were open in a fixed stare.
Isabel perched on the edge of a wicker rocking chair next to the bed.
Turning her tablet to record, she leaned close to the girl. "Sera, can
you hear me?"
The child's slow breathing never changed its cadence. Isabel reached out
with her full senses and felt nothing. She shivered. Even mindblinds had
an echo, but Sera was like a life sized hollow doll. Isabel forced
herself to swallow against a rising tide of nausea.
Saturday, August 02, 2008
Posted by Sherryl Clark at Saturday, August 02, 2008