The International Writers Magazine:Futures: Time to Go
Philip. Sandra. Can you hear me? Slight pause, muffled voices
then: "Mrs Philip theres a visitor here for you, your
granddaughter Ellie. Sandra can you hear me
The ward sisters
rather overly chipper voice wrenches me out of my comfortable morphia
induced dream, where a young Johnny Depp was about to throw me bodily
onto a strategically placed hay bale, and as lovely as it was to see
my dear granddaughter, she was no compensation for the images now cruelly
I opened one eye, Ellies face appeared huge and moonlike, I was
reminded of those distorted mirror images you discovered at the end
of the pier, of course the sea had encroached into so much of our precious
tera-firma these past years that pier had become
somewhat of a dirty word.
I opened another eye, the morphine apparently still doing its work (wonderful
drug) as Ellie's smiling mouth took on the form of a huge banana stretched
as wide as a canyon before me.
"Hello Nana" she cooed."Bloody hell! You look out of
I smiled in a knowing way, of course I looked out of it her mother had
signed the forms, I was going to be out of it, hopefully nestled in
the glorious recesses of Mr Depps warm places, until the time came for
me to experience my very own demise option, a moment I was
looking forward to with enthusiastic anticipation.
Ellie plonked herself on the bed, her face was beginning to realign,
and it was no big improvement. I attempted a smile. "Hello darling"
I slurred. She patted my hand
"How are you nana? I cant stay too long, I just wanted to
see you before, and well anyway Ive brought you some flowers"
I nodded, I liked flowers, although the rather brash bouquet of tropical
exotics she was now thrusting onto my face, bore little resemblance
to the delicate delphiniums and roses that I loved, but climate changes
had eradicated so many of our indigenous species the result was garden
s that looked brash and to my mind well tacky!
"Thank you Ellie," I said, "why dont you ask sister
for a vase"
I studied her as she stood, so much like her mother, obviously more
expertly sculptured, her breasts were quite magnificent. The many thousands
of verichip credits paid out by her husband had been worth the expense,
or at least im sure he thought so. I glanced down at the crepe paper
bags tucked under my armpits, I was glad that my final memories of myself
would be altogether more glamorous. I had opted for the romantic
tryst on Orient Express demise, and as I understood it, this consisted
of 2 days of romance with a dark haired stranger, followed by wild and
passionate lovemaking, at the end of which I simply drift away lying
in his arms, fabulous. It was a good choice, although bore little resemblance
to any real experience of love id ever had in these past 97 years!
Ellie returned with vase in hand. "Its so hot outside nana",
I nodded, bored already "How is Stephen?" I asked not really
Stephen was Ellies husband, a dark little weasel of a man, something
big in personal security, apparently he was an expert in data analysis,
what that meant exactly I had little idea, in my day I think he would
have been the kind of person who rooted around in other peoples rubbish
bins, sifting the contents to glean information about the owner. These
days no one seemed the least bit bothered about the invasion, having
gradually surrendered his or her privacy for the sake of security.
Or at least that is how the European Government had sold the compromise.
Of course now Europe had been swallowed up into the New world Global
Community, it was a necessary part of life to have every detail about
your movements and social activities made known to the powers that be,
for security reasons of course, although to my mind debiting your verichip
account if you were seen to be eating the wrong foods or consuming too
much alcohol had always struck me as a bit of a bloody cheek!
"Stephens fine nana, he sends his best wishes, and actually I have
some exciting news, you know we had applied for a family extension permit?
I nodded hating her terminology, "well we have our medical interview
next week, isnt it wonderful nana?"
"Yes it is Ellie, really wonderful"
"Im so nervous" she continued without hearing my reply,
" I know that my genetic data is acceptable of course, thats
the beauty of having Stephen in the work he does" she laughed,
I didnt, " but theres always that little bit of doubt,
you know what if they find something wrong?"
Actually I didnt really know. In my day babies were just born!
Sometimes you planned them sometimes you didnt, but always they
came from intercourse, and no one ever needed permission for that.
The sister came back into the room, "Its time for your medication
now Sandra" blessed relief flooded through my body, I looked at
Ellie, still deep in thought about her suitability of parenthood. "Oh
ok then nana, I had better go,"
"Yes dear" I said smiling at her, taking in all of her, knowing
this would be the very last time I would see her, I felt suddenly sad.
"Good bye Nana, you know we will all miss you very much dont
I nodded and smiled at her, "Goodbye Ellie, and say the same to
Stephen would you dear, I hope you will soon have a baby, I know you
will make a lovely little mummy"
She hugged me, and I was touched, "Mums coming in later
She drifted of awkwardly, "its ok dear" I said, get
along now, Stephen will be wondering where you have got to"
"Yes I will good bye"
And with that she was gone, I sighed, contended, and lifted my arm so
that the nurse could send me back to the arms of Mr Depp once more.
"Not too long now Sandra" she said, "I think you down
for tomorrow afternoon"
The morphine had started to take effect, and her face merged with the
pictures behind her.
I was tired, my body let out a vast sigh, tomorrow, how wonderful I
thought, I had no desire to stay in a world where I didnt belong,
I surrender gladly to the drug, and as I closed my eyes, I heard Johnny's
voice say, "Well about time, Sandra, Ive been waiting for
© Sandra Philip December 2005
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