The Great Escape

This week’s prompt from to write prose, poetry, or anything we like in six minutes.

Getting on in years, sitting in a chair, surrounded by old people, wasn’t his idea of fun. He was called a grumpy old man, not by the nurses, but his daughter, who visited him once a week. It wasn’t fair, why did they think he couldn’t look after himself was stupid. Yes, his memory wasn’t what it was, and he had almost started that fire, but it wasn’t his fault.

A tear rolled down his cheek, drying into his skin like a discarded dream.

‘You okay Dad, we were thinking of going down the pub for your birthday,’ his daughter said, holding his hand. ‘I know you miss the other guys.’


‘Yea, course. I’m sorry I haven’t visited more, we’ve been so busy with work. I promise that will change. I love you.’

‘I’d love to go to the pub, its been ages since I’ve had a beer, and did you realise I’ve been kidnapped. The nurses, they’re holding me hostage.’

‘We’ll escape then, off to the pub we go!’

Published by writerravenclaw

I am a fifty something mother of two grown up children, and one beautiful grandchild. I have been married for nearly thirty-four years. My first book was published ten years ago. I wrote my book Sticks and Stones because of my experience of being bullied at school.

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