When the light flashed outside Room 8, Suzanne and Mary played a desperate game of Rock, Scissors, Paper. Losing, Suzanne begged, “Two out of three” only to watch Mary wave and stroll the opposite direction.
Suzanne inched toward the room, thinking they never taught a course at nursing school for dealing with a man like Jared Keith Collins who earned the death penalty six years ago and now rested in one of her beds.
“What took you so long, Flat Chest, I’m in pain here.” Suzanne checked the morphine, felt for the man’s pulse, resisted once again altering liquids that she could explain away and so many people would gratefully understand.
She swallowed her own pain, knowing she would treat – but never look at – the man who killed nine nurses before arriving in her wing. ###
This was my most difficult entry yet, and the one I spent the most time on by far. There’s a better story here, and I couldn’t get to it, not in six sentences, so I apologize. Also, the story lends itself to shorter sentences by its nature. But I wanted to tell this story, and I gave it too much effort to throw it out. I changed the ending a dozen times trying to get it right. It needs more development and six sentences won’t get it there.
Today’s six-sentence story was brought to you by Nike, just do it. And by the National Pork Board, pork, the other white meat. And by Norelco, winner by a close shave (not really their tagline, but I can’t think of it).
We get Sunday off from the A to Z Challenge – thank goodness because my manuscript needs my attention. Come on back Monday for O — an Occupational Therapist? Probably not, so we’ll take requests for O. Thanks for stopping by. Enjoy your weekend.