Second Lives (Fiction Without Frontiers) by P.D. Cacek
English | 2019 | fantasy | ePUB | 5.6 Mb
Second Lives : Second Lives When four patients unexpectedly wake after being declared dead, their families are ecstatic and the word “miracle” begins to be whispered throughout the hospital. But the jubilation is short lived when the patients don’t respond to their names and insist they are different people. It is suggested all four are suffering from fugue states until one of the doctors recognizes a name and verifies that he not only knew the girl but was there when she died in 1992. It soon becomes obvious that the bodies of the four patients are now inhabited by the souls of people long dead.
“Look what I have, Hank.” Nora pulled out the cellophane-wrapped sucker and handed it to him. It was the kind of lollipop she used to buy their daughter Marjorie when she was still a toddler.
“Okay, let me unwrap it first.”
He waited as patiently as any child could for a treat – shifting from one foot to the other, eager, hand reaching, fingers spread.
“Here you go.”
His fingers touched hers as they took the lollipop and Nora smiled as she released it.
“Are you ready to go, Hank?”
He looked at her, eyes big while his mouth worked the cherry flavor down his throat. “Umm?”
“We’re going for a ride, remember? You like rides.”
He gave her a red-tinted smile. “I like rides.”
“Yes, you do. Okay, let’s go.”
* * *
Henry was back in time for his doctor’s appointment.
“So, how have things been this week, Henry?”
Henry took Nora’s hand and squeezed it. Nora squeezed back.
“Think you’re asking the wrong Rollins, doc.”
The doctor, who Nora thought looked like a young Sidney Poitier, nodded and flashed a million-watt smile. Her stomach did a little flip. Silly old woman, he’s young enough to be your grandchild.
She cleared her throat and gave Henry’s hand another squeeze.
“Things have been pretty good.”
Dr. Cross gave her another kind of look. “And how pretty would that be, Miss Nora?”
He always added the ‘Miss’ when talking to her. So respectful.
“Well, he has his ups and downs, but who doesn’t? Still eats like a horse and he’s good about taking his pills – of course he’s better for the visiting nurse than he is for me. Still a flirt when it comes to the ladies, I’m afraid.”
Both Henry and the doctor chuckled at that, even though it was a lie about him being a flirt. He was better when the nurse came on her biweekly visits, almost himself even when he wasn’t. It was the same when their daughter visited. It seemed as if she was the only one Hank didn’t like.
Dr. Cross smiled. “Well, you can’t fault a man for flirting, can you? But other than that, how’s it been?”
“About the same.”