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Ward 13

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The building stood dark against the skyline.

The sloping grounds vibrating from the traffic as the city made its way home. And beneath the grass. The long forgotten passages only a few had known about.

A white tiled room.

A flickering light.

Illuminating barely enough.

Broken restraints on a rusted bed. Dusty equipment in an open drawer. A shiver then for what might've been. An inkling of what went on. The screams of the last patient still dripping from the wipe clean walls.

A catch of breath at the creak.
A sound.
Like the somnambulant soles of a nurses shoe.

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    Drew Martyn almost 2 years ago

    I was going to write "Oooh, another series..." but wow, what a scene-setter that is! The inclusion of "the wipe clean walls" says more in four words than could be written in several paragraphs. And ending with the soft sibilance of "somnambulant soles of a nurses shoe" is pure quality. Nice one Lisa x

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    Lisa Williams almost 2 years ago

    Thanks Drew. Only short. Prompted after writing this then mulling over your apartment series. (So thank you!) X

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