The Ink Slingers Guild (ISG) had some round-robin writing fun! We each wrote a sentence or two and then passed the paper to the next person who added to it and passed it along to the next person and on down the line. We hope you are as entertained as we!
“One, two, buckle my shoe, three four…” she paused. “No, no, those are not the right words.”
One of the nurses overheard the rhyme and came to stand over her. “Where did you learn that, child?” she asked, her voice all warm concern and maternal feeling, but Cora knew how fast that would change.
“Mina, that other girl, she taught me that rhyme before she moved. I loved it, but I’m having trouble remembering the words now…” Cora’s voice trailed off as her head grew even fuzzier.
The nurse came closer, the red in her eyes a soft blaze. “There, there, child, you keep trying to remember, and just keep on tackling that meal. It’s important,” she added with a lick over her lips.
Cora eyed that meal, wondering how many more she would eat before she became a meal herself. “Yes, ma’am, of course,” she said, not at all hungry.