Finding the Key

Finding the Key

Finding the Key

There was no key for this kind of cage. Kaylie felt the invisible walls of her prison tighten around her and crush her from the inside. Time. Time had wrapped its chains around Kaylie tighter than ever before. Like everyone else, she was a slave to time, but now it seemed her ration had been cut short. 

Two months …three if she was lucky the Doctor had said. They had caught the illness too late.

Now she just sat in the waiting room noticing for what seemed like the first time her heart pumping against her chest and the steady flow of air that she breathed in and out. Each beat and pump chugged down their tracks closer to the end that was coming too prematurely for Kaylie.

Raising her eyes from her lap, she noticed leaflets on the reception desk for organ donations. Her brain barely read and comprehending the words too busy fogging up from the daunting idea of meeting the chopping block soon with no one able to stop it. Shaking her head in her hands to lift the foggy haze Kaylie blinked a few times making out the words more clearly. Suddenly the chains didn’t feel as tight. Smiling, Kaylie knew she couldn’t give much when her time came, but it would mean a lot to someone who has a chance.

Yes, our time eventually runs out, but that doesn’t mean that we have to grin and accept it, and it doesn't have to be today.