I’m Going Slightly Mad
I have an awful imagination. I don’t know if it prepares me for the worst or just makes me paranoid.
I was sitting in my car today outside a doctors surgery, waiting until nearer my appointment before I went in. There’s only so long I can sit in a doctors waiting room before I start to imagine particles of ill health swirling around my head.
I had two pairs of shoes in the car. Black flats, which I was wearing, and a pair of heels which go better with my outfit. I looked outside and the rain was coming down heavy, battering off the car.
I thought, quite normally, that I would slip in the heels on the wet pavement. This is where my imagination kicked in.
I imagined falling on the pavement just outside the surgery, lying on the ground with an awful compound fracture to my right leg. My bag was lying across the road, too far out of reach. I called for help but nobody was around. I tried to drag myself to my bag for my phone buy it was too painful and far away. Suddenly a horrible young man appears, kicks my injured leg and runs away with my bag.
All this to choose a pair of shoes. I’m going crazy. And wearing flats for a while.
