Lisa wound her hand around Matthew’s throat. His cough was worsening despite the pills and the nebulizer treatments.
“Try your best to keep breathing,” she said.
“I’ve been doing that all day.” His smile had a bluish tinge.
Lisa tightened her grip. The boy didn’t have much time. After a few seconds, her lungs filled with fluid, and the boy’s ballooned open.
When a cough seized her, she went to the sink to spit out some wobbly, yellow phlegm. She was a naïve taker, though. Her powers were immature. She could absorb the cough, but not the underlying Pertussis.
©2023 | K.F. Hartless
Artwork: Katie Kut
This 99-word flash was submitted to the Carrot Ranch Literacy Community for the August Story Challenge which asks writers to feature the word immature.





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