Friday Fictioneers: Brain Fog

You’d have thought i’d be chomping at the bit to get my story out quickly beings as though I’m convalescing at home; Covid, my ailment, paracetamol, water and Bombay mix my medicine. But, I’ll be honest with you Rochelle, I’m absolutely worn out, everything is a hassle even after walking many many miles on my Cornish Holiday last week; Its amazing how life can turn on a sixpence. Anyway thanks for keeping this thing going and thanks to Penny Gadd for the pastoral photo, lets see if I can shake some life back into my old self.

On My Marks…

Get Set…

GO!!!

I remove my finger-smudged glasses, I can see the opaque verdant lushness of what I assume to be a forest; the type of trees that faces look out from. But I can’t see them.

The water rushes by, babbling over the shallower stretches, offering echoes, resonances I can’t work out. Like the stream is trying to tell me something, but nothing comes to mind. 

Days in Isolation were dulling the senses, drifting in and out of consciousness, punctuated by the dog barking at the postman, my daughter coughing, my son shouting at his Xbox. 

Covid destroys the creative process.

There we are 100 words on where I am at the moment, with covid, in bed, shit times.

28 comments

  1. Good effort for a sicko! Maybe you’ve a creative advantage. You know how, as a writer, you sometimes need to imagine that haziness, fogginess – when you live in a world of clarity? Well, today you don’t need to imagine it. Take care x

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      • I had covid at the end of March. My smell and taste came back after about two and a half week, although my sense of smell has not 100% come back. I don’t mind because I was always too aware of bad smells. She should be fine by December.

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  2. Hi Minister
    What a terrific take on the prompt! “The water rushes by, babbling over the shallower stretches, offering echoes, resonances I can’t work out. Like the stream is trying to tell me something, but nothing comes to mind.” That’s exactly what the river in the photograph is like!
    With very best wishes for a full and quick recovery,
    Penny

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    • Wow Penny, thanks for that, it came to me in a shower of golden sunbeams dancing on the dappled gurgling bumpy water. You know when you look at the picture and can only describe what it is rather than come up with a story, and yet the story is the description. Feeling a lot better now thank you!

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