Seriatim. Ginger's suggestion finally knocked it loose. Thanks guys!

Whee! My characters are cooperating again!

"two people in a dark room"

In the dark there’s nothing but the green lights of the machinery, the vague rustle of the doctor’s coat, until a light comes on over the chart on the wall.

“Can you read the bottom line?”

He can, a string of meaningless letters, just like always. He rattles them off, uninterested.

“Your vision’s still perfect,” the doctor says, stool’s wheels whining across the floor. “Good news for a man your age.”

It’s not a surprise. He fingers the unexpected pink slip in his coat pocket as he leaves, bill in his other hand. Even so, he didn’t see that coming.

Straight out of the days news for many folks, Amy. Good one.

From way back, I'm a big fan of Beatrice.

Two in the Dark

He's almost asleep when she comes into the room.

His back is to her when she climbs into the bed, so he rolls towards her. She lays her head down on his chest, and he gently reaches down to touch her.

He thinks about how happy he has been since she came into his life.

He strokes her thick, beautiful hair. He knows she likes that.

He marvels at how one only recognizes loneliness when one is no longer alone.

She moans contentedly as his fingers continue their ministrations, slowly moving down her face. He caresses the outline of her strong, beautiful features. Her prominent nose. Her strong, elegant jaw.

She moves closer towards him, and just then, he realizes he truly does love her.

He just does not like sleeping with her.

He gives her one last pat, and then orders her back to the doggy bed. There must be some boundaries after all.

Thanks to Amy for filling in for me. Your prompts were great.

The two people in a dark room prompt is now closed.

The new prompt, suggested by SA, is freedom.

Wolfram, I liked that one and did not see the end coming at all.

Thanks. It was a bit of a cheat on the prompt, but too much fun to resist.

Loved it, Wolfram. It's like one of those ads where you see the guy in a little red convertible next to a blonde, and then the camera moves around to the side of the car and the blonde is an Afghan hound. Nicely done.

Couldn't get it down to fewer words:

Something caught, just at the edge of all she knew. Drugs did an efficient job of weighting down the pain, but they weighted her, too. Most of the time she had no awareness of herself: her raddled body, her surroundings, people who moved in and out of the space she existed, mute, immobile, blinded by the lack of will to open her eyes. Not even memories were available to her in those brief moments she recalled her own existence. This new thing prised the soft dark covers off her awareness, allowed a gorgeous prismatic light to filter into the space her universe had narrowed to. She turned toward it, to something which not only relieved the monotony, but was in itself beautiful