We spent hours walking from one hospital wing to another, lost souls, waiting and gazing at artworks by school children from all over the country. I remembered, with guilt, throwing away my son’s similar 'artworks' in the previous house move. My son, whose tender skin was being deliberately sliced, whose spine was being deliberately exposed. These kids' artworks on the hospital's walls were a bitter reminder that some of my own child's 'moments in time' were languishing into the earth. Wasn't there a blank wall in this hospital, anywhere, where I could stare blankly, no thoughts, no guilt, nothing?
This was my entry into a recent 100 word writing competition. Although I don't know if I will hear from the organisers, I would like to share it with you. Whenever I write, and as therapeutic and thrilling writing is to me, I remind myself that it is the opinion of the reader that matters most. After all you chose to take the time to read my work. I appreciate any questions or comments as it is your feedback that improves my writing .