This is my fifth prompt and it's getting technical.

This is a writing prompt done completely on my tablet.

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Prompt: Write a scene where technology is important.

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RESPONSE I:

“Is there anything else we can do?” Grandma asked.

“They don’t seem to think there is.” I said.

“This is bull shit.” Jessica said.

“Jessica!” Grandma said.

“What did the doctors say exactly?” Mom asked, managing to control herself for a second.

“That there’s nothing they can do,” I said, “and they said that, even if we give it all day and all week, there’s no way he’s coming back.”

“But he grabbed my hand.” Jessica said.

“He squeezed my hand, Ma saw it, Ma didn’t you see it?” Ma was crying.

“They told me that, before, he was breathing alright on her own, he was only taking oxygen one time between breathes. Right now they say that he is only taking one breathe for every seven he gets from the machine.”

“Well what the hell does that mean?”

“Well, it means that if we take him off of the machine,” I said, “he will not be able to breathe for himself and he will pass away.”

“Oh my God.”

“This is such bullshit!”

“Jessica, please,” Grandma said.

“Your mother is crying,” then to Ma, “Do you
want to go outside? Lets go outside, okay?”

The women left. Jessica refused to go. My sister and I just stood there, alone and looking at his face and we just looked.

“He’s already gone Jessica.”

“Fuck you.”

“Jessica, Sis, he died the second that car hit him.”

“He’s so stupid.”

“I know.”

“What was he thinking?” Jessica gripped her hair and knelt by the hospital bed with a whimper.

“This isn’t helping, Sis. Jessica, are you okay?”

“What are we going to do James? What are we going to do about this shit with dad?”

“We’re going to handle it. We’re going to get through it and we’re going to be alright.” Jessica tucked her arm under mine and cried warm wet tears on my new shirt. It was odd. I thought my dad would have liked it too.

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Well, that was a different writing experience. I’m trying to move as much of my writing to a mobile device as i can. Let me know in the comments about your weird writing experiences. Thanks for having a look!

Cheers,

Caleb