My 250 word - Flash fiction piece - runner up in the CreativeWritingMatters flash fiction competition July 2011
"I rarely sleep when others do. In your world things are bright and crisp. For me, there are many vacant hours, leadenly pressing my skull to the bed.
The tendrils that connected me to your world, where things have urgency and panting breath, they’re all gone now. I have received my severance. The relief was there, on their faces. “We’re so sorry” they said. “If there’s anything we can do.....” But it is an affront to the bright ones, this refusal to get well. Who has the stamina for that? The visits soon stopped.
And the little forays out? Well yes, they can happen once I’m seemly. This body, it leaks and it doesn’t move right. It snags the eye of the young and the thoughtless. Do you think I mind that indignity? Do you suppose they are the ones that bring the fear flapping in the night? You are wrong.
“S’only me!” comes the horror. “Soon ‘ave you up, there’s a little sweetheart.” Frozen, I do not reply. “And how are we this morning, Mr Brunt?” it trills as it rips open curtains, shooting blades of light across my helpless face.
I try to sink further into the bed. Don't look, do not catch her eye. Silence, then breath on my cheek. “Oh now, Mr Brunt, so still?” I do not move. Then, softly to my ear, “I can see we're going to have so much fun today”."
JoJo Spinks is a Westcountry writer deeply in love with her landscape and her life!
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