Rambunctious, the kids were driving her crazy at the thought of going away, far away. It had been longer than she could honestly remember, when she even thought of that place. Maybe she shouldn’t have. Maybe she should have just kept those memories to herself, but she couldn’t resist dancing and humming songs that weren’t in English, so of course Mary’s children pestered her to learn more about this land she spoke so mysteriously about. Leave it to them, to pick up on the joy that it brought to her. But, as kids will be kids, they should have known not to pay mind to her promises that they would all travel there soon. Only when it was time to leave to go back to the psychiatric ward, did the children remember that she is delusional. The three children hugged her and said, “See you next week!”. and Mary left for the third floor with her aid.
-dld january 9 , ’11-
ThinkingTen – Words, Inc., Wednesday: pick, machine, travel