This week’s ‘The Prompt’ is ‘I read the news today…’ which reminded me of an assignment I had when I was doing a creative writing course to write a piece based on a news item I had come across that week without using dialogue. Here’s the piece I wrote:
The Broken Boys
Well, here we are again, sitting on green plastic chairs in the local A&E department, waiting for a doctor to come and see us. We should have our own reserved seats in this place by now – I’ve lost count of the number of times I’ve sat here with James and Matthew, our two boys. They’ve always been a wee bit accident prone, you see. I guess it comes partly from the fact that they’re sports-mad –I’ve spent many a freezing Saturday standing alongside a muddy pitch cheering them on.
They take after their dad you see. Nick still likes a kick-around with his friends every so often even though he’s now pushing 50 and somewhat less fit that he once was (although God forbid that anyone ever hints as much to him – in his head he still thinks he’s about 21!) Mind you, Nick can be pretty accident-prone himself – in fact it’s his fault we’re sat here yet again, flicking through the same old magazines (do they ever get any new ones, I wonder?), whilst the message board flickers in the corner, informing us that this time we should be seen within three hours. They need a new coat of paint, I think, looking around at the chips on the magnolia-coloured walls with their tatty posters. I could really do with a cuppa right now – shame the vending machine is out of order – and why didn’t I bring a book with me?
Nick’s being pretty grumpy about it all – mind you, he looks like he’s in a fair amount of pain with his wrist and I don’t need a doctor to tell me that he’s broken it this time. I should have known it would all end like this when he told me he was going to be putting up the shelves in the garage. Ten minutes later, there was this almighty crash – you’ve guessed it, he’d fallen off the ladder and so back to casualty we go – for the third time in ten days.
They’ve been even more accident-prone than usual lately. Just the other Saturday, there I was cheering on James at a local football match and the next thing I know, he’s on the ground after a particularly nasty tackle with his foot bent underneath him at a bit of an unnatural angle and a face as white as can be. That was the first trip to casualty – broken ankle that time. James won’t be playing football for a few weeks, and boy, is he grumpy because of it!
Three days later, I’m about to start cooking dinner when I get a phone call from my mate Sue, whose youngest Sam had been out for a cycle ride with our Matthew. Turned out Sam had dared Matthew to cycle down a set of steps in the park. Well really, that was a disaster waiting to happen – Matthew fell off his bike halfway down and broke his arm. Needless to say, he won’t be trying that particular trick again.
So here we are, waiting yet again. Let’s hope with all of them in plaster and out of action for a bit that we’ll not be seeing this place again for a while.