My Journey

From mind to paper and back again.

Activity 10.7

on January 5, 2009

Repetition and Flashbacks

He had been in this clean, sterile room for three weeks. The house wasn’t like this, she’d hardly been back to it since the accident, the hard bed next to his had become her home. The coma was one of a few issues, he had breaks in his arms and ribs, still bruised slightly. He had a raw set of stitches over his black eye where the glass from the windscreen had gone into his face, a stark contrast to this room. The white sheets blended into more white walls, whereas his bruises blended into different shades. She’d have to go home at some point, back to that big stone building full of brightly coloured walls inside. She wasn’t ready for that yet though. Not yet.

Total Word Count: 126


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