Guest guest Posted February 15, 2000 Report Share Posted February 15, 2000 She started to escort him into the mental ward part of the hospital when all of a sudden she stopped, and looked lovingly down at Art, sitting shyly in his chair. Could this be love at first sight? She turned down the wrong corridor and Art said nothing. He had a feeling that this was the woman. She took him into the large broom closet at the end of the hall.... (8) In the broom closet were mops and buckets. The policewoman made Art start mopping up the hospital corridors since he wasn't hurt in the awful stormy night. She left to help people in need. Art cried from the pain and took a pain pill. He gazed at the filthy hospital corridors and caught a glimpse of a woman with a shiny something on her chest just as the elevator closed.... ***the idea is to add bits and pieces to the story by different writers with the underlying topic of arthritis and the problems that occur in life because of the arthritis. I will look for the thread on the store for new hands and feet. Pat B Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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