She’d settled down in the gardens… she loved the gardens. She liked the massive bushes and the voluminous groups of flowers: here roses, there tulips, even some pansies. And in the cracks of the small pathway, some dandelions grew. She liked flowers, she loved the smell. Sometimes she would gather fallen petals and put them in small bags she sewed to keep the fragrance in her room. Well she didn’t sew so well so really it wasn’t her who did the bags but she enjoyed filling them anyway.
And then there were the birds; blackbirds. That’s what they were called. All black with their orange beaks, always happy for a morsel; they would always gather around her when she had bread. She felt special. Sometimes she wished she weren’t chained to the ground, and free like the birds. But she wasn’t.
When she was in the gardens she always had a sense of zenosyne. It was as if she’d only sat down for a moment when they said she had to go back in. She didn’t want to. Why did they always have to tell her what to do? Why did she have to go inside? Who cared if she’d been here an hour? She only felt she’d been here a few minutes. They were stealing time from her. They were doing it on purpose. It upset her. Sometimes she’d even scream. And every time she became angry they’d bring her back, holding her. Manhandling her. Forcing her into the horrible jacket. She hated the jacket. She hated them for forcing her to wear it. So what if she’d hurt one of the nurses once? She didn’t want to go inside.
They would chain her to her bed. She’d madly fight the restraints for hours, screaming. She wasn’t crazy, she didn’t belong here. She wanted to be outside. Why couldn’t she be outside? Until she was too tired.
Sometimes through the narrow window of her room, she could distinguish the doctors, the nurses, as they observed her. Creeps. They were more interested in keeping her interned than helping her get out.
She would get out though… and then they’d pay for putting her in a cage for so many years.
In response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie’s Wordle prompt #142
1. Madly 2. Scream 3. Blackbird 4. Overmorrow (the day after tomorrow) 5. Voluminous 6. Crack 7. Settle 8. Morsel 9. Narrow 10. Fallen 11. Zenosyne (the sense that time is going faster) 12. Chain
Use at least 10 of the words to create a story or poem
The words can appear in an alternate form