… whenever I hear it, I think of you …. is Julia’s prompt this week, here are my 100.
Sea King
They rush to get the boys off the football pitch. One, in green shorts and a striped top dribbles a ball in circles, oblivious of the shouts; he’s waiting for grommet surgery. Soon even he hears it, or feels the vibrations, and runs out of the way of the big yellow bird, coming in to land next to the hospital. It’s the Sea King again, whenever I hear it, I think of you.
If the air ambulance had space for both of us, you might have made it too, but it didn’t, they took me, leaving you to bleed.
Lucid Gypsy 
Oh goodness Gilly – how tragic. Wonderful writing!
Wow, Gilly. You’ve been hiding a gold mine of writing. This is an amazing story. 🙂
Powerful….
oooh, chilling, you set the scene brilliantly Gilly, getting us to think of medical matters, then wham!
A thought provoking post Gilly; beautifully balanced, so close to being shocking.
I find it hard to believe a Sea King has only space for one. Could they have left a medic with the second person to be collected by return?
I sometimes wonder about deridgable life boats. They seen not to be able to rescue the crew of a small boat. A fishing boat?
Terrificic post girl..thanks.
Tragedy in a nutshell, Gilly. Great writing. 🙂
Beautiful! And powerful in the spare, unemotional recollection of such a tragic memory!
Tragic, to say the least. 🙂