Claire adjusted herself in the wheelchair, finding a slightly more comfortable position. She tucked her wavy brown hair behind her ears and secured her mask. The new hip was a blessing even if it was a year late and the hospital experience was chaos. Fortunately her room was on the west side and she didn’t have to tolerate the noise of hostile protesters below. A perky porter approached, raising her eyebrows to smile.
“Your lucky day! Glad to be going home?”
“Absolutely”, replied Claire as she texted her husband, confirming pick up.
“Ignore the absurdity as we exit”, said the porter. “One of these days, I swear I will lose patience….then my job. “
Claire grinned under wrap. “So if all do their duty, they need not fear harm?”
“Nah”, said the porter. “I won’t stoop to it”.
The double doors opened to mindless roars.
Ingrid is hosting Prosery at dVerse Poets Pub. She has shared with us the life and work of William Blake. We must include the line “So if all do their duty, they need not fear harm.” from his poem, The Chimney Sweeper.