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Logan Senior Member
since 2001-05-28
Posts 1641Arkansas |
I lay motionless on the bed, resigned to the fates that have put me here. Loneliness surrounds me, unable to communicate, except with the movement of my sightless eyes and my extremities. Though no longer able to see, hear nor speak, my senses of smell and taste have exceeded normal boundaries, my mind is alert and blessed memories remain to sustain me. Unsure of where I am, except knowing this is not my normal bed. A chuckle moves inwardly at the object laying on the pillow, knowing with the feel of my sensitive fingers, it is the control for the television in whatever room I have been placed. Why would I need that control box even if I were able to see or hear? My memories are much more superior than the drivel that pours from that lighted tube. If I wish to change the channels of my mind, I can go from being a boy to young manhood and onward. I have so much to choose from, a whole lifetime of thoughts and actions. Suddenly my senses feel a change in the room. My acute sense of smell tells me it is not my normal nurse. The scent of her soaps and lotions are familiar to me, but these are strange. I feel frightened. Who and what is there? What is going to happen to me now? Two people have entered the room, a man and a woman, from the vibration of their footsteps and the scent of their bodies. A delicate aroma from the woman; a smell of aftershave from the man. What do they want? Involuntary, my limbs tremble with the uncertainty. The motion of the air tickles my nostrils as they come close to me. They begin speaking, sending vibrations in the air and their soft breaths caress my skin as they bend over me. Strong hands lift my body onto another surface. My fright is about to choke me, when a hand clasps mine and pats gently. Immediately a vast inner calm comes over me. The woman’s touch gives that needed calm and strength. It can only be the woman, through the length and width of the fingers, the warmth of the palm and her smell. My mind ranges back, as I relax with my thoughts of other hands. The gentle pressure of my first sweetheart’s hand in mine. My mother reaching out and holding me. Thank you, gentle mercy, for that sweet touch. That reassurance felt to the soul. Cold air sweeps around, the coldness of the breath of winter, as the vibration of the wheels lead to the final destination. Then, even that stops, as the warmth of a blanket blocks the unwelcome chill. My thoughts lead to believe the woman had noticed my coldness and protected me from the elements. What is she like, I wonder? From the size of the hand, she could not be a large person. From the compassion of the touch, it is apparent she is a caring person. Another memory for me to enjoy, in the endless thoughts in my mind. Could she ever know what it will mean to me, trying to picture her in my mind’s eye? A composite of all that meant so much to me. Now I am not quite as alone as I was. Another memory is born. |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Logan--Wonderful description, without use of eyes I was there in the room with the fear feeling, the clasping onto warmth..all very well told in this vivid scene. I would like to know more! |
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Lady In White
since 2001-02-12
Posts 2799USA |
Had it not been for the first paragraph, the rest of it reads as if a newborn infant has just entered the world, and these were his thoughts... well done Sir... |
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Temptress
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-06-15
Posts 7136Mobile, AL |
*sigh* I see you have made your way into here finally. I had hoped you would. I was captivated as I usually am by your work like this, Sweet One.  |
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paladin
since 2001-08-05
Posts 930Pensacola,Fl. |
A wonderfull exploration of what it is like to be blind and powerless.Thank God not many have had to live through this kind of thing.It was a good story from a strange view point.Excellent. paladin |
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Logan Senior Member
since 2001-05-28
Posts 1641Arkansas |
I thank all of you for reading this. I wrote it for a young EMT on her first run. It was at a hospital, transporting the gentleman back to the nursing home..She was quite shaken by the experience, so I wrote this from how his point of view may have been. Since this was written, I have worked for two years at a hospital, transporting and setting up home medical equipment and feel this was a very valid story..We all need to be thankful, folks, there is alot out there..very gentle smile |
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