85 All Good Things Must Come to an End
For Monday, March 25: Day 85/366 of the Story-a-Day Challenge
She'd finally gotten it all. Everything she'd always wanted. She was healthy, she was beautiful, and she had under her belt the three college degrees she had earned. Additionally, she was engaged to be married to the most eligible bachelor in the world, billionaire Peter Cloud, the CEO of Big Pharma who had invented the drug, Cloud-10™.
She was funny and smart; Peter was clever and always interesting. He was very attentive to her and her needs, emotionally, spiritually, and sexually.
She looked back on her past month abroad with Peter, on his fabulous yacht, the "Cloud 9." A month hopping the Greek isles with such a man was the perfect vacation for such a beautiful woman and, although it were coming to an end (all good things must), she also knew her next adventure with him would only follow. And on and on.
He proposed to her while docked at Santorini. She relived every emotion of that moment while looking outside her porthole at the classic Cycladic architecture.
She wondered how she had done it. Had she been kissed by an angel?
What had she done to get where she was now? Sitting pretty, set for life. She turned away from the window and walked toward the mirror. She burst into a spontaneous smile juxtaposed with tears of joy.
"Oh, but I am a lovely and sexy thang," she exclaimed. Everything had gone her way and she was happy.
"How much longer, Doctor? the nurse asked.
"I think it's time," he said gravely.
"Time to call it?" she asked, wanting to be certain.
"Yes. Time 15:39, Easter Standard Time.
"Will she suffer?"
"Oh, no. Not at all. We just turn off the IV. And if our drug formulation was accurate--no reason to suspect it wasn't--she probably had a very pleasant life experience until now. Yessiree, the CLOUD-10™ drug rewires the brain to do just that. No need to suffer to the end of terminal illnesses anymore. If the stuff weren't fatal in and of itself, hell, I'd try it myself. It's a wonderful way to wrap things up, and she certainly had it coming, after what the poor thing's been through her whole life."
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AUTHOR'S NOTES:
Word count (excluding notes): 366
Submitted for Monday, March 25, 2024
2024: A Story-a-Day for the whole year. This one is #85.
All pictures are AI-generated, but the words are not!
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Gerard DiLeo
Retired, not tired. In Life Phase II: Living and writing from a decommissioned Catholic church in Hull, MA. Phase I: was New Orleans (and everything that entails).
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Comments (5)
With or without the drug, delulu is tge solulu. Loved your story!
What a surprise twist ending!!! Superb microfiction story!°💕❤️❤️
‼️‼️ And the all consuming question is - if it were available, should we choose it - or are we supposed to endure the pain…. 🤔
Much simpler and less expensive than cryogenic preservation in hope a of cure. Mr. Cloud will probably win the Nobel prize.
But of course. It would be a fantasy, an induced dream to bring on a gentle death. Blast you. I thought you'd gone all romance novelist on us. Bodice-ripping next, but no.