The Nurses’ Log
10:02 p.m., Thursday. The old man in Room 3 is shouting again about elves. Inmate still insists that elves made his shoes. Administered sedative.
11:40 p.m., Thursday. Shift change soon. Staff complains of shoes gone missing from locker room again. Investigation ongoing.
for a Story-a-Day May.
Another Inmate…
The nurse lies. She says my toe will grow back and that the black birds don’t sing about me and the trail of blood I left in the road. She laughs at me and calls me ugly under her breath, thinking I can’t hear. I don’t care, because the mice believe me now. Soon they’ll steal the key for me. Cutting off my own toe for a shoe was just the beginning.
for A Story-a-Day…
A Story: Room One
They won’t let me have my cloak back, but the nurse hangs it from a hook I can see from the tiny window in my door. One of the orderlies always touches the red velvet every time he goes by. I shall tell Wolf.
Do you know Story-a-Day in May?
I’m struggling through exam week at work, moving into a house (our first house ever!), getting my son ready for regional speed skate competition, illustrating a children’s book, helping promote Plum Tree Books, and doing laundry, washing dishes, paying bills, walking the dogs…you know, living like everyone else.
But I love Story-a-Day.
I’ll post them–in all their first draft horror–here, and–because I like to have a theme to keep on track–the stories will come from the Fairy Tale Asylum. The inmates, so to speak.
Join me please!
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