I present to you Eight Sentence Sunday, a blog hop hosted by Weekend Writing Warriors. I just finished participating in National Novel Writing Month, so you'll be seeing parts from that for the next couple of weeks.
A movement let her know that her mother was close, just a blur in her vision, but a soothing voice engulfed her.
"It's ok honey, we love you. We'll get the best help that we can."
Her father's deep voice shot through the mist of her mind. "The doctors haven't been able to do anything. It's been months. Don't promise things that you won't be able to keep, it's just a form of lying."
"There is another option, one that we should consider."
"I won't be a part of anything so blasphemous."
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