Ric remains in hospital, the nature of his infection is antibiotic- resistant. The healing will be slow and laborious. It’s a road we’ve travelled before.
At home, I try to remember to breathe between the urges. Washing is done. Groceries are in. I binge-watch Netflix unable to will myself to engage in my regular distractions. Emails build up, and blog posts go unread. I feel overwhelmed.
Naturally, my body is turning against itself, my legs and feet resisting movement. I am tempted to go back to bed for the day, but the dogs need looking after. I’ve been sketching a lot, attempting to purge the constant ache. As I type this, I feel a strong urge to paint, even though I know my lack of skills will only frustrate me.
Outside, Winter winds block the view. Inside is the place to be. Might just follow my current compulsion.
Urge is the prompt this week. While it is not necessary to use the word in your creation, you should capture the essence.
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Look forward to your responses.