8 minutes, 264 words, 33 wpm - and I thought I was slow yesterday! I have to say, though, in my defense, I didn't like this prompt much. When I first read it, I spent the first full 60-90 seconds just wondering what the heck I was going to write. Then I didn't like where it was going, so it ended up being short, both in time and in word count. Here we go...
She surveyed the familiar objects on the table next to the bed and sighed. It has been over a year and there really hasn’t been much progress. Working with the child has been the biggest challenge of her life. It was something she was unprepared to do, yet she took up the role because it was her duty.
She picked up a wooden block from the table. She knew every line on its surface. There is a small chip just above the bright red “A” on one face, a deep scar just below the apple on another. “Just one more,” she thought to herself, before raising the object to eye level.
“What is this?” she asked the child. A look of recognition flashed across his face, quickly followed by a look of utter frustration. Then came resignation, as his shoulders sagged. He looked at her pathetically. Then his gaze fell back to the table, defeated.
“That’s okay,” she insisted. “We’ll try again tomorrow.” With that, she placed the block back on the table, stood up and gathered her purse and coat. She walked out of the room, pausing at the doorway to look back for a moment, as she has done every day for the past year. Her husband lay in the bed, staring at her, wishing she wouldn’t leave, but couldn’t say the words. The accident scrambled his brain and took away his words, and his intellect – the two things that made him who he was in his former life.
A tear quietly fell from her eye as she remembered the good times.
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