By Traci Mullins

“We can’t pull the plug,” my sisters say, as though our mother’s tether to this world is a cord infused with life, like the one that brought her into it. But I know it’s a shackle, chaining her to a place she no longer belongs. “Don’t let me linger,” Momma’d told me. So on the seventh day I say “Enough is enough.” My sisters are horrified as I turn off the machine, but I feel Momma’s lips brush my cheek as I set her free.

Traci’s work has appeared in Flash Fiction Magazine, Dime Show Review, Ellipsis Zine, Flash Flood, Fantasia Divinity, Spillwords Press, and others.

7 thoughts on “Untethered

  1. Having actually gone through this with my Dad fifteen months ago, I know that the medical staff have to do the “turning off,” but then, a hundred words doesn’t provide a lot of room for details and nuances.


    1. You are quite right, James. I was trying to convey the determination of the protagonist, but technically she could not have acted alone. Thank you for reading the story, and I’m sorry for your loss.

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      1. Thanks. I didn’t mean to come off as disrespectful or insulting. Most of the time, I deal with my emotions okay, but every so often something stings me a little bit. He was one day shy of his 85th birthday when he passed, and it was hard to watch him go from a strong, capable man to a shell of his former self.


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