Liberty

Eventually I went up to the nurse’s station

and asked to be let out. I felt nothing had

been achieved. I struggled to pry some

information from the duty nurse, but

clearly he knew nothing about Mother’s

care. William and I were buzzed through

the bolted doors. We walked back down

the bleached corridor, into the bright

sunlight. I felt cheered by the afternoon,

by the sudden liberty. The next thing was

to seek out a bus. Money was dwindling

badly. But Mrs Eames would be making

us dinner.

Author: Robert James Berry

Poet & Novelist

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