09 April 2016

Help.

This is what Celia says: "You need help Mom!" Over and over.

Apparently my clock drawing was inadequate. Apparently I failed to count backwards from one hundred by sevens with sufficient speed and accuracy. According to the doctor.

I don't feel like I need help. I feel like I need to go for a walk.

Celia is lying. She said I was out for eight hours yesterday, until well after dusk.


Nonsense. It was just my usual walk, an hour and a half, at most. Nothing happened whatsoever. I was very hungry when I got home, but that's all. 

1 comment:

Random Musings said...

I found this piece intriguing. For such a short piece, the air of mystery was brilliant!
Debbie

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