“Who are we today? Queen Victoria? Cleopatra? Maybe Mae West?”
“What are you? Stupid? My name is Dorothy Follett.”
“So you’re yourself today Dottie. Thats one for the books. Here’s your pills.”
“I don’t want any pills. I don’t need any pills.”
“Til the doctor says you don’t, you have to take them.” Dottie slowly reached for the medication and put it in her mouth. As the nurse left she spat the pill out and hid it in the pot plant.
“Yer not yerself today luv.” What’s up.”
“I want out of this loony bin. I’m escaping into realism.”
In response to Charli’s prompt where she asks:
August 17, 2017 prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write about an escape artist. It can even be you, the writer, escaping into a different realm or space in imagination. It can be any genre, including BOTS (based on a true story) or fantasy. You can focus on the escape, the twist or the person who is the escape artist.
Respond by August 29, 2017 to be included in the compilation (published August 30). Rules are here. All writers are welcome!