The Death Wish
A pin drop silence haunted the room as a lean doctor with a pointed nose ruffled through some medical reports. ‘I am sorry but it’s a matter of time now.’ He announced solemnly to the crowd gathered around him and left. All eyes shifted towards a grey haired man who reclined on a white hospital bed with an oxygen mask fixed to his mouth. A couple of rubber tubes jutted out of his arms and chest. His face appeared frozen like ice but he could nevertheless feel an unmistakable warmth in his guts. Yes - he was as good as gone but somewhere deep down, life still lurked inside him. He was aware of the presence of anxious people around him. ‘How much they care for me!’ he thought, ‘if only I could live some more and thank them.’ As his mind continued to spin, he slipped into a delirium and thousands of images flashed across his mind: A young, radiant farmer driving a tractor; ploughing a large field, a beautiful woman sat next to him; smiling and whispering sweet n