Saturday Stuff

Self Medicated

“Hey, where are you going?” I hobbled after the young woman . “Wait! There’s more!”

I collapsed onto a park bench and rubbed my temples. My head pounded. Why was I in the park? What day was it?


“Hello bird,” I mumbled. “Would you like to hear my story? It’s an interesting juxtaposition of fantasy and reality and I’m sure I took my medication.” I blinked. What the heck??

I sighed and tried not to cry. I was confused. I knew this. I also knew I was supposed to be somewhere.

I laid down and stared at the sky.

“Help,” I whispered.





This is a themed writing meme hosted by Jenny Matlock. The goal is to write something that does not exceed 100 words. The prompt is in italics.

7 thoughts on “Self Medicated”

  1. Somedays I feel like a question mark.

    Somedays I forget what a question mark is.

    I’m not sure why, but this little gem of a story made me tear up!

  2. All I can say is, been there done that. Nice take on the theme. Sometimes I wish that when others see someone who is wandering the streets, they did just assume that that person is just a sore spot of our humanity, but really just someone who is need of help. It is possible for all humans to be active members of the community if given the right tools to get there.

  3. The Bird is the word!…or something like that….reminds me of that old song….cool story. Great writing!

  4. Yikes! This sounded like our mum a couple of years ago before she died. All the meds she was on really messed with her head, and my stupid SIL was giving her sleeping pills at night so she wouldn’t have to keep checking on her.

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