“Do you consent to this procedure of your own free will?” The woman in the white coat didn’t look up from her tablet, her words measured and monotone.  Sona gripped the edges of her chair. The woman had probably seen so many people in the exact same position as Sona,…

tick tock The grandfather  clock, keeps time, twelve gongs. She  has made it to another day.  Silence, outside the dining room window where she lay dying. Darkness shrouds the small house that holds her body, while  her soul prepares for flight.  Tick tock. The grand clock just won’t stop TICKING…