You lay there in the hospital bed blind and legless. You depended on your hearing to discover what was going on around you. Your leg stumps were bandaged and as you lay there you felt like so much meat on a butcher’s bench. You had visitors now and then like Donald and Guy, but few others. Your house had been bombed in the air raid and your maid had been killed. You lay there going over it in your mind, how your lover Clive had been killed in Dunkirk, how you and he made love that last night together before he went and joined his regiment. Now a memory, and you doubted anyone would make love to you anymore. Donald had brought along with him the other day a man named Philip with him whom you didn’t know. He was soft spoken and asked questions. You wondered what he made of you sitting in the wheelchair in the open air of the hospital, blind and with bandaged leg stumps. Anthony another friend of Guy’s who you met a few times came once, but hardly spoke, and you could imagine him gazing at you with displeasure. He talked about the war and about his engagement in war work of some sort. You lay there and it was all going around in your head, but you were glad you were now alive and not dead.
Feb 26, 2025
Feb 26, 2025 at 3:26 AM UTC
You lay there in the hospital bed blind and legless. You depended on your hearing to discover what was going on around you. Your leg stumps were bandaged and as you lay there you felt like so much meat on a butcher’s bench. You had visitors now and then like Donald and Guy, but few others. Your house had been bombed in the air raid and your maid had been killed. You lay there going over it in your mind, how your lover Clive had been killed in Dunkirk, how you and he made love that last night together before he went and joined his regiment. Now a memory, and you doubted anyone would make love to you anymore. Donald had brought along with him the other day a man named Philip with him whom you didn’t know. He was soft spoken and asked questions. You wondered what he made of you sitting in the wheelchair in the open air of the hospital, blind and with bandaged leg stumps. Anthony another friend of Guy’s who you met a few times came once, but hardly spoke, and you could imagine him gazing at you with displeasure. He talked about the war and about his engagement in war work of some sort. You lay there and it was all going around in your head, but you were glad you were now alive and not dead.
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