A cry for help.
Broadmoor.
Brother
I need your help, how was I to know the guy had a thin skull.
I saw the watch he was wearing and believed that it was mine.
I hit him hard, and he fell, then they say I hit him again and again.
I got the watch.
I rest watching the moon, the staff here say that it makes me worse.
I know that there are three guys sitting waiting for me, like garden gnomes.
I will die if you don’t help, they are waiting for me, from across the divide.
Footnote:
Full of cold and wide awake at 5am, what can you do, but write.
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And you wrote well., I really liked this
Thank you Neil, I am pleased the letter came over Ok.
A little stronger than he thought he was…
Good one.
Far to strong, glad you enjoyed this story.
So if he gets out he will die. Is he a werewolf?
Hi there, I had not seen him as a werewolf… I saw him more as a mental ill man, but
A wonderful concept. A really good read.
So glad it read ok, as I was unsure about the formatting.
oh wow, that first sentence hits like a brick wall. I’m digging the dark energy, expertly crafted
Thank you Jacob, I am glad it worked, as the piece was written as an experiment.
I know but that’s why these little tales are so cool, there’s a certain amount of interpretation involved.
Excellent – you should catch colds more often!
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Your comment cheered me up no end, but no thank you Keith,
Twisted thought processes going on here. Seems as though the writer kind of blames his victim for having a thin skull. Real psychopathic detachment.
He certainly does, to the piont of insanity
You did better than I would with a streaming cold at 5 am in the morning. Get well soon.
He should have pick a guy with a thicker skull. Nicely done. I would not have done this well so early in the morning.
Thank you for such kind feedback,
Dear Michael,
Your cold at 5 am is our gain. I felt the guy’s desperation but something tells me his brother should leave him where he is.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Thank you so much Rochelle,
I don’t imagine the brother is able to offer much help. The three waiting across the divide will be waiting wherever your narrator attempts to run to.
You are right on all counts, Sarah.
He completely lacks insight into his own strength and into what is wrong or right, he must be severely ill, mentally. I admire your skill to write with a cold, and such a good story, too. When I’m sick, I’m just miserable and can’t think beyond that. Get well soon.
You are right; he is in Broadmoor Hospital, a hospital for the mentally ill who are also considered a major threat to public safety… Writing helps distract me from being miserable, but I am also taking plenty of medication for my cold. Otherwise there would be no writing for me.
Wonderful piece Michael especially liked the opening lines
It was an amalgamation of ideas and half remembered event. Glad you it worked