The exercise:
Your prompt today, from the stormy town of Comox on Vancouver Island, is: invalid.
I appear to have tweaked a muscle in my lower back and I'm in a rather unreasonable amount of pain. Invalid is probably too strong a term but I've always been fond of turning into a great big baby when I'm hurting.
Mine:
He lay prone on the white bed,
As he had since we'd first met.
I sat there with my face set
And listened to what he said.
Another name was spoken,
And I promised to collect
The debt owed by his subject,
And thought not of how broken
We both truly were.
