Prompt: …but what will I write…
“Get up Maggie,” Joann said. Maggie moaned and buried her head under the pillow. Joann put the cup of medicines and some water on the bedside table, then took the pillow and sheets off Maggie.
“Get up Maggie,” she said again. “I have pen and paper for you in the community room.”
“I don’t want to,” Maggie shielded her eyes from the light.
“Too bad. It’s required in the steps.” Joann lifted Maggie to sitting.
“But what will I write? I left my son seventeen years ago. He was just a baby.”
Specifics: 105 words of fiction, pure fiction (one hundred words plus the five-word prompt (I hope I interpreted the instructions correctly)). I’ve written of my own drug and alcohol use, but this isn’t my story. Thank all goodness for that. Be well. Addiction is a beast. There is help, for those who care to accept it.