A stroke of luck – episode 7
I enjoyed listening to all the sounds of the ward. I tried to imagine each person’s life, and what had happened to them; I wondered if they’d all been as lucky as I had.
I enjoyed listening to all the sounds of the ward. I tried to imagine each person’s life, and what had happened to them; I wondered if they’d all been as lucky as I had.
Suddenly a little overcome, unsure what was real and what wasn’t, I blurted out ‘Am I alive?’
I had no idea what round two might bring, I just wanted to be in the ring.
I imagined that the words had been swept away by the blood, and they were now floating dislodged from their homes.
I pictured it as though the stroke was an earthquake that shook the bookshelf of my mind, scattering all the contents across the floor.
Alone with my damaged mind I attempted to make sense of it all. Loops of thought battled through the blood filled pathways of my brain.
Daylight was now streaming through the curtains, I squinted as the second worse headache of my life seared through my forehead.