I thought I had this covered - a scheduled prompt - while I was on a writing retreat with friends; my error further indicates the need for a deputy, especially since I hate being unreliable. Failing that I'm considering closing Prediction, which will be a shame after so many successful years, but I do need to concentrate on finishing the two novels currently in progress.
In the meantime use amnesia, vacant and fruit-cake as prompts. I'll do my best to be on track by Friday
IF THE JACKET FITS…
ReplyDeleteA vacant mind houses amnesia. I know, for I periodically vacate my mind of everything that’s accumulated there. Afterwards, I remember nothing, and that’s amnesia, right? What’s more, when my mind again retains images and information, nothing from my past appears.
Scores of shrinks have told me that I simply block out the horrifying crimes I’ve committed.
Pshaw! That’s a lie! Simply not true!
But they persist and tell me gruesome tales of torture and murder… heinous misdeeds they accuse me of committing!
Some even have the gall to call me a fruit-cake!
Damn! This straight-jacket feels awfully tight today.
Have to say I'm delighted he's getting long overdue come-uppance
DeleteIf you can’t say summat nice…..
ReplyDeleteBob watched as residents outside continued to wander aimlessly across the sanatorium lawns.
‘Yuh know,’ he said, turning to the cleaner who was just leaving ‘they wander about all day with a vacant look on their faces, like they got amnesia or summat. Me, I think their all nutty as fruitcakes.’
The cleaner glanced over his shoulder, ‘no sir, you’re wrong. They see everything. They hear everything too.’ She smiled, observing the residents who now stood, with strange predatory expressions, all facing the window. ‘I’ll leave you to it then sir,’ she said closing the door quietly.
This very creepy, Terrie; can't help imagining his fate.
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