The Inaccurate Context Of Life – 4

  Maggie was confused. She acknowledge that she was in a semi seated position upon her hospital bed, but the sensation it gave her was something of a detached reality. Her nightie and bed clothes felt strange against her skin, the lighting of hospital room she languished in seemed far too bright. It was too…

The Inaccurate Context of Life – 2

  “Hmmmmm…………….” murmured Death in the vague direction of Mr. D’arcy, “it would seem that Maggie is more focussed on the stories than she is on focussing on her recovery.  I hadn’t expected this, bloody book. Oh well, the course must be run, and if she succeeds within herself, she will go onto greatness beyond…

Pains exquisite texture – 8 – Metamorphosis – waking nightmare

  Her iodine related pain had fled her, leaving Maggie feeling, oddly, exhilarated. In no way did she enjoy or welcome discomfort, let alone the sharp stinging agony she had just endured. Yet, she felt refreshed and somehow ‘more alive’. An alertness consumed her, and for the first time since her accident, she genuinely smiled.  …

Pains exquisite texture – 6, or maybe the last.

  Maggie had dozed off with the images of a blonde haired, twelve-year-old farmer’s son, and his smiling Border Collie named Squirt. Her dreams, sadly, rapidly, transformed into something unspeakably horrific. Things previously forgotten about the accident began to slowly rise to the surface of her tormenting dream state. She saw the body of ‘Flash’,…

Pains exquisite texture – 5

  After clearing her throat, Mrs. Trout began.   “Okay dear, here we go. ‘Misanthrope’ by one Mr. Hamish Ross. Chapter One.”   Closing her eyes, focusing on her breathing and the sound of her mother’s voice, Maggie did her level best to clear her mind.   “The sheet of tin flapping on the shearing…