Nima One Tuesday Morning 1967.

That was the third nurse

who’d come in her room

off of the locked ward;

the last one quite rude

trying to get her

to mix with the nuts,

the mental cases.

But she had refused;

her parents had paid

for the private room

so why should she mix

with the crazy ones?

She was an addict

and not a head case

she had told the nurse.

She opened her box

of French cigarettes

her father had brought

and selected one

cigarette and lit

it with a lighter.

She inhaled deeply.

The window looked out

on the grounds below

of the asylum.

Her parents were both 

doctors and had paid

for the private room

off of the locked ward.

A few patients walked

the grounds, the trusted 

ones who would not seek

to escape the hell.

The idiot who

had introduced her

to the banned substance

and had seduced her

was now in prison.

And she was stuck there

until she was cured

as they had called it.

Benny came Sunday

and brought her a box

of dark chocolates.

If a fourth nurse came

she would say the same,

Reviews

[Laz K.]

i was drawn in right off the bat. i visualized the scene, the characters effortlessly (kudos to the writer), and was left wondering what happened next - but i guess we'll never know. :)

[Terry Collett]

Thank you, Laz