Daily Prompt: Eerie
“Mrs. Collingsworth? Doctor will see you now.”
Agnes felt urgency. Her cough had been a nuisance but was recently rather productive – gluey, olive mucous, her breath putrid. Now fever.
There’s no joking with these things, Aunt Tilda once warned. I’ve seen many a case of walking pneumonia turn grim. Indeed, for Tilda battled and eventually succumbed to pneumonia.
“Welcome,” the doctor said with a half smile.
Welcome? That’s surely an odd greeting. Agnes paused. She’d encountered this woman somewhere before.
“Have a seat…please.”
She remembered. It was the woman standing next to Aunt Tilda’s grave one afternoon. The doctor approached.