On Deaths Door

She was just a child, lucidly fighting in her dreams, while asleep in her bed but the fever had begun to settle in. The worst was far from over. Only a matter of time now, the doctor thought to himself while checking her symptoms.“If her fever breaks, send for me. I’ll be back first thing tomorrow morning regardless.” He uttered to her distraught parents. The doctor wasn’t about to tell them how dire the situation had become. For hope and faith had an unexplainable way of helping the sick. Even if one ultimately sees death, at least they’d have others on their side willing to fight with them. He stepped out the door and started back toward the mortuary. The sun felt heavy in the sky as he passed the cemetery and it’s rows of gravestones in the sunset. There was an unsettling fog of death looming in the air. Only time would tell.

Strange dreams I've been having of being in hospitals, being sick, people dying. So I am doing art to put this somewhere.

This original plague doctor painting has sold.
© Krissy Whiski Arts