Friday Fictioneers: Stroke Ward.

Missed a few, regretted it immediately and can’t wait to get back in the saddle, and thanks to Rochelle and the wonderful bunch of folk here I can. My Dad had a bad stroke a few weeks ago and so I’ve been trying to sort the shit show out, with my Mum, my Hospitalised Dad and my family, not forgetting my job. So I’ll try to write something, but have no idea how it’ll turn out… Thats part of the fun I guess, just letting the words flow, or not.. Lets see,

Thanks to Douglas M Macllroy for the photo, reminds me of something spacey, lets see what gives.

On My Marks…

Get Set…


Michael, stationary in a chair, right arm pulled across his belly by left, his right leg in red gripper socks hanging listless off the wheelchair’s footrest.

Stationary, looking out over the carpark, seeing cars come and go, unregistering, dreaming of home and familiarity.

Sewage pours into our waterways, spiralling into nebulae of excrement effluent; politicians look over their shoulders for a while

Michael stares into the night sky, real Nebula, through tears.

World leaders fly thousands of miles to Glasgow to discuss the climate cataclysm.

Michael watches a plane disappear leaving only a vapour trail.

How he wants to go home .

There we are 100 words on the isolation and loneliness of a hospital patient in the times of covid, specifically my Dad.


    • The government have authorised water companies to dump raw sewage into our rivers and coastal seas, and all the time Dad is oblivious to any of this, unable to read, unwilling to watch the telly he’s in an airless airlock, looking at the car park. The outside world is collapsing around us, snd his is collapsing in a hospital ward. It’s sad beyond measure

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  1. I’m uncertain that I’ll see 88. I’ve asked others, “how old is old enough?” No good answers. As far as old age goes, it can be bad for certain, especially near the end times. I hope you and your family find better days to come. Good, thoughtful story.

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  2. I’m so sorry for your entire family. Watching our elders age and head toward death is very hard. I AM an “elder” now, and I get it. From both sides of the situation. I will pray for you as you sort through so many details. It’s a huge job.

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  3. I’m sorry you and your family are having such a rough time with your dad’s illness. You’ve written a passionate, powerful and moving lament. I love the care with which you describe the detail e.g. not just socks, not just red socks but ‘red gripper socks’. And I love the way you use Michael’s physical deterioration as a metaphor for the deterioration you see in politics.
    Well done!

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  4. Dear Shrawley,

    I’m so sorry to hear about your dad. Your story puts me in mind of our dear FF friend Ted who’s working his heinie off in rehab. Writing is a great way to deal with the emotions. This one drew me in. Well done. Sending across the sea hugs to you and your family.




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