Hello everyone! It has been a long time since I have written here and I want to thank you all for hanging around. If anyone that reads my blog has a chronic illness, you will know how hard it gets sometimes to do everyday ordinary things.
I’m not going to bore anyone with details. Maybe someday I will write about my life, but for now just know that I am back and I am going to be writing some poetry. I am participating in NaPoWriMo or National Poetry Writing Month. One poem a day for 30 days. Prompts are given every day and you can either follow them, or write one of your own original poems. I am going to try and follow the prompts. It is fun and spontaneous to see what the prompt is every day. Now…I am running behind. They have just started on day four so I have to hurry and get writing. In fact, I have written day one and will post it tomorrow after this post has been up for a few hours.
Thank you all for being here and following me. I hope you like my poetry. As always, don’t be afraid to leave your comments. A writer leaves their feelings at the door and likes constructive criticism. Now, get ready for a month of poetry!
This #flashfiction story was written from a prompt taken out of a book by Jason Sacher called “The Amazing Story Generator.” I am going to have a lot of fun with this book. There are so many different combinations that it will take a very long time to get through it. So…get ready for some very different stories. I hope that you like them. It’s not the type of story that I usually write, but I like it. This book will help me get away from the norm for me and get me into different styles of writing.
What am I going to do? I have to get my affairs in order. If I let my boss know that I only have a week to live, I will be let go. My family will starve. We will be homeless. I can not tell anyone. Not even my wife and son. It will be bad enough when it happens. They do not need the worry now. Not with it happening so soon.
I will continue going to work as always. I must pay more attention to my wife and son. Not too much of course or they will suspect something is wrong. The funny thing is that I feel fine. I have never felt better, but the doctor was so sure. I had gone in for my yearly required check up. He said that I had a disease of the blood. Nothing could be done. It was too late. I begged him not to say anything and he said that since the time was so short that he would not tell the authorities.
In the days ahead, I started writing letters to my wife and son to read after my demise. I kept my normal 12 hour days at work and went to required meetings. By day five, I was ready to give up. I could not stand keeping this news from my wife. I decided to tell her after I got home from work that day.
After eating lunch at my desk, my phone rang. I picked it up and answered. To my surprise, it was my doctor. He said that a great mistake had been made and that the records had been mixed up. Good news! Once again, I would keep all of this to myself. I could not express my feelings or my joy, but it was enough.
I was not going to die after all. I was the picture of health. After getting this news I would be a new man. As much as I would be allowed. After all, I was living in North Korea.