I’ve been silent for some weeks and http://www. allaboutwriting.com’s shaggy dog challenge got me going again.
Truth is often stranger than fiction and so I thought a twist of the truth would suffice, for my “little incident” to put
it somewhere between the two…
Dear Ms Amalie
After meeting a nephew for ONE strawberry dacquerie in Camps Bay, I hurried up a side street to get to my car, slipped off my brand new stilettos, fell forward and broke my nose and wrist. A kind young man came to my rescue, whisked me away to hospital and in a few hours, I was operated on. Only when I came round, did I realise that the surgeons had forgotten about my nose! My distress calls brought an irate matron, who assured me that my nose had always been a little skew. When my husband confirmed this, she had me transferred to the psychiatric ward.
The psychiatrist is insisting that I own up to my folly, before he releases me. He has diagnosed delusions of beauty and there is nothing I can do or say to change this.
Yours in truth
Gail Gilbride Bohle
P S Help?