
At an Intersection Named After an English King and a Saint
Six Sentence Story: Part 18 – Bedlam
Last week: “He’s gone, Brigid,” says the Gatekeeper, “Your Connor is gone.”
This is *Bedlam Hospital, where once a week I come to visit Pierre …
“…it’s three years and five months, says the psychiatrist, as if she has an intimate understanding of time … “it seems longer,” I say, thinking everyone here probably thinks that.
I look down at her desk, a stained mug of milky coffee that’s clearly gone cold and a sandwich with perfectly aligned teeth marks.
She grabs a fistful of keys, and we walk down the hallway to number B9, my footsteps echoing in my heart.
A click-clunk-clunk, and she unlocks the door to Pierre’s room, “Brigid is here to see you,” but the words fall like stabs of air, and Pierre coughs, “That’s an imposter; Brigid would never visit me; I killed her Connor.”
“… no, Pierre, it’s me,” I whisper like a cloud in his ear, still hoping that my outstretched hand will find what used to be inside him, but there’s a curse ruling from underground.
And he springs off the bed and shouts in a voice lean and tense as wire, “… **Conneries conneries conneries.”
*Bedlam Hospital first established in England in 1247. Here’s a link to Bedlam’s history.
**The word “conneries” is French, and means (click the link)
Previous Instalments – Part 1: The Pull Back Part 2: The Measure of Her Part 2: The Gatekeeper’s Response Part 3: The Colour of Walls Part 4: Tectonic Shifts Part 5: Out of the Frying Pan Part 6: How to Break Eggs Part 7: A Moon River Part 8: Starlight Shines on the Roof Part 9: Before When Part: 9.1 Flower Power Part 10: To Trace a Curl Part 11: I Walk With Ghosts Part 12: Behind Every Lining Is a Cloud Part 13: A Constellation of Coloured Paper Part 14: Behind the Eye of a Needle Part 15: To Bleed the Sky Part 16: Smoke in the Mirrors Part 17: Black & White Part 18: Bedlam
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