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Ok the second task of my creative writing project is now done.
Write no more than 500 words on a particular relative or person you remember from childhood. You may consider writing a series of these 'character studies' for later development.
He sat and looked in the mirror. He could remember a time when he could actually do all this himself. A time when Mary didn’t have to attempt to wash him or get his tea ready. A couple of years ago he would have been capable of getting up and making his own cup of tea. When had all this become so hard and why had his routine changed so much? Even with making his drink he had to substitute the sugar for sweetener.
He wanted his independence back, wanted to be able to walk through the streets like he used to do. Wander hand in hand with Mary, enjoying the way life shone when you were living the years of retirement. Now, all he had to look forward to was driving through the streets in an electric chair, always having someone with him to make sure that he didn’t have a fit.
His eye’s strayed to the mirror once more and they filled with the images the mirror threw back at him. A 70 something balding old man with liver spots that betrayed the age he had worked at so hard to hide away and pretend that he was only middle aged. His thoughts made him drift for a while and because of the length of time that he had been in the bathroom Mary had come to the door and shouted to him.
“John? Is everything ok? You’ve been sometime and I was getting worried!” Mary said through the door that separated them.
“I’m ok Mary. I’ll be out in a second, I was just wool-gathering.” John replied.
“Ok John, I’ll get you a drink before we go out to KwikSave?” Questioned Mary, tentatively.
“That’s fine Mary, I’m coming now.”
With a last glance in the mirror he grabbed his frame and hobbled to the door of the bathroom. There were times like this that he wished that he had the use of both his legs back. All he wanted to be able to do was walk with his growing grandchildren and maybe walk them to school. But the onset of diabetes made sure that wouldn’t happen and took his right leg away from him. Just above the knee, away it went and no-one had ever asked him if he would be ok with the long rehabilitation course and people that didn’t know him always attempting to shove pills down his throat. Telling him, ‘it’s for your best!’
He wanted his life back. He supposed he couldn’t complain though, the one thing that he thought he would have lost was just waiting for him beyond the door. She could have found all of this too hard and walked away, yet she had stayed and played the role of carer. He knew there were times that she found it really hard to cope with, especially when he heard her weeping late at night when she thought it was safe to do so and he was asleep. He knew!.....
Comments gratefully recieved
Exercise 3 will be up in the next week or so
Write no more than 500 words on a particular relative or person you remember from childhood. You may consider writing a series of these 'character studies' for later development.
He sat and looked in the mirror. He could remember a time when he could actually do all this himself. A time when Mary didn’t have to attempt to wash him or get his tea ready. A couple of years ago he would have been capable of getting up and making his own cup of tea. When had all this become so hard and why had his routine changed so much? Even with making his drink he had to substitute the sugar for sweetener.
He wanted his independence back, wanted to be able to walk through the streets like he used to do. Wander hand in hand with Mary, enjoying the way life shone when you were living the years of retirement. Now, all he had to look forward to was driving through the streets in an electric chair, always having someone with him to make sure that he didn’t have a fit.
His eye’s strayed to the mirror once more and they filled with the images the mirror threw back at him. A 70 something balding old man with liver spots that betrayed the age he had worked at so hard to hide away and pretend that he was only middle aged. His thoughts made him drift for a while and because of the length of time that he had been in the bathroom Mary had come to the door and shouted to him.
“John? Is everything ok? You’ve been sometime and I was getting worried!” Mary said through the door that separated them.
“I’m ok Mary. I’ll be out in a second, I was just wool-gathering.” John replied.
“Ok John, I’ll get you a drink before we go out to KwikSave?” Questioned Mary, tentatively.
“That’s fine Mary, I’m coming now.”
With a last glance in the mirror he grabbed his frame and hobbled to the door of the bathroom. There were times like this that he wished that he had the use of both his legs back. All he wanted to be able to do was walk with his growing grandchildren and maybe walk them to school. But the onset of diabetes made sure that wouldn’t happen and took his right leg away from him. Just above the knee, away it went and no-one had ever asked him if he would be ok with the long rehabilitation course and people that didn’t know him always attempting to shove pills down his throat. Telling him, ‘it’s for your best!’
He wanted his life back. He supposed he couldn’t complain though, the one thing that he thought he would have lost was just waiting for him beyond the door. She could have found all of this too hard and walked away, yet she had stayed and played the role of carer. He knew there were times that she found it really hard to cope with, especially when he heard her weeping late at night when she thought it was safe to do so and he was asleep. He knew!.....
Comments gratefully recieved
Exercise 3 will be up in the next week or so