Apologies, but I was very busy yesterday. Something involving an autojumble, a three-metre table and the sale of my life-long collection of model cars.
So, to cheer myself up, I selected six sentences from my now-published book ‘A Construct of Angels’.
This scene takes place once Michael the impromptu angel has been incarcerated in York’s Bootham Park Hospital, a secure (and real-life) mental care unit.
He had been babbling in mutiple (sometimes ancient) languages as well as trying to tear the flesh from his own arms and was promptly assessed by the authorities as mentally incapable.
Sara Finn, the paramedic who was partly responsible for not only causing him to fall to Earth, but for his imprisonment, is feeling terribly guilty about what has happened and decides to visit him. A nurse called Susie escorts her to Michael’s room, where he appears to be acting very strangely;
I watched, fascinated, as Michael pressed his fingers to his eyes, then flipped open his hands to form blinkers.
For several seconds, he stared at his reflection in the acrylic mirror above the small sink, then covered his eyes before flipping open his hands to stare at his reflection once again.
“He does that a lot,” Susie said, her voice tinged with sadness.
“But each time he does it, it’s…” her voice trailed off as if she was uncertain of her own thoughts.
“It’s..?” I prompted.
“Well, it’s as if he’s expecting to see a different face looking back at him.”
Write on in 2013!