The exercise:
Write about: the expedition.
Sunday August 30th, 2020
The exercise:
Another late in the month edition of Hindsight, coming right up.
Mine:
I woke alone in a hospital room, though it took several minutes for me to figure that out. Sure, the IV drip and beeping machine to my left should have made my location pretty clear pretty quick but in my defence I wasn't even aware that I had already been diagnosed with yet another concussion.
It wasn't long after understanding dawned and a partial memory of the events that led me to my current situation returned that a young Japanese nurse entered the room. She smiled kindly as she checked my vitals and I watched her in silence until my eyes fell on her name badge.
"Georgina?" I rasped, then fell into a coughing fit. I clearly had not spoken or had anything to drink in a while. Once I'd regained some semblance of control she handed me a paper cup filled with water and watched me drink.
"My great-grandmother's name," she told me after I handed the cup back. Her English was flawless. My addled brain was having a lot of trouble processing this woman. "On my father's side - he's American."
"Oh," I said, not knowing what other response was appropriate. At least I didn't start coughing again.
"How's your head doing?"
"Slowly," I said and she laughed. I scowled. I wasn't trying to be funny, just accurate.
"Well, from what I understand, you did hit your head pretty hard," Georgina said, then added with a wink: "Chasing after girls, I hear."
"Just the one," I said, closing my eyes with a sigh. "Away from the other."
"Popular boy," she said with another laugh. I was beginning to like her laugh, for all that it hurt my brain to hear it at the time. "Will one of these girls be coming to take you home?"
I thought about that for a few seconds. "I doubt it."
"Well we can't let you leave the hospital unless you have someone to monitor you, to make sure your symptoms aren't getting worse."
"Well then," I said, the words inching their way out of my mouth as the waking world began to go dark, "I guess you're stuck with me."
Saturday August 29th, 2020
The exercise:
Write a four line poem about: hindsight.
So, uh, Hindsight tomorrow or Monday, huh? Let's aim for tomorrow.
Edit: not sure what happened with original post. Computer crash in the middle of writing it up must have buggered something. Hopefully things show up properly now (though I did have a different prompt initially, but I guess I'll save that for next week).
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