Everyone said I was lucky. They moved me into the apartment,after the second fall. They told me I’d get used to it, that I’d love it. Theysaid it was nice. Look at the view, they said. There were carers who would comeand see me every day. They would bring me food. There were lots of other people.I’d soon make new friends. There were doctors and nurses, 24 hours a day –every day. It would be great.
What did they know. The clouds change. It gets light, itgets dark. Time passes, but it’s not my home.
100 words created for Friday Fictioneers based on the picture.