The JSW Challenge is open to anybody who wishes to participate. Using the writing prompt, write a flash fiction no longer than 300 words and post it to your page. The Challenge starts on Monday and runs through Sunday each week. Please remember to link your story back to this post so everyone can read your entry.
He stood by the window, staring out over the bare bushes beyond, blinking images from his vision like one two three. Stuffing the turkey. Running his hand underneath the skin with the feel of the skin brushing over his knuckles. The tick tick tick of the ceiling fan overhead.
“Have you decided what you are going to do?”
The voice broke his concentration and he turned, looking over at the Doctor. “That depends.”
On what? Oh, the answers to that question. “On what the family is doing.”
“Diedre did say she hoped you would come home for Thanksgiving.”
“Then are you planning to go home?”
“It’s better than being homeless.”
“True. I’m sure she’ll be glad to see you.”
Would she be glad to see him? After all that had happened between them? He wasn’t sure, but he suspected she wouldn’t be as happy as she’d pretended. He wouldn’t say that to the Doctor because the Doctor was an optimist and felt better when things went as planned. His plans.
“We’ll expect you back on Sunday.”
“Are you ready?”
Was he ever? “Yes.”
The Doctor rose. “Well, then, I hope you have a good weekend.”
“Thank you, Doctor,” he said, pulling on his coat. The bus ticket was in the pocket. Without any more words, he walked out of the Doctor’s office and to the door of the ward, waiting while it was unlocked, and then outside. One two three.
He found himself staring at the hospital sign and then he walked away. Skin brushing across his knuckles. Stuffing the turkey. Tick. tick. tick.