Pitter-Patters in the Sanatorium

in #shortstory6 years ago

A single mouse scurried down the hallway of the sanatorium, making pitter-patter noises on the polished tile. Noah looked down at his feet, encased in manila envelope-colored padded restraints. Upon realizing his predicament, he was overtaken with an uncontrollable urge to scratch his ankle. He shook his leg and a chain clamored against the metal bars that made up the footboard. A patient in a neighboring room let out a maniacal howl.

There was a tapping on the door, and then quiet. Noah stopped and held his breath. The door creaked open, and two nurses walked in with a cart holding a single metal plate. Without a word, one nurse propped Noah up while the other spoon fed him oatmeal. Neither looked him in the eye. He quietly accepted the food without any protest, even as the flavorless meal dribbled down his chin and onto his pajama shirt. It felt like a transactional formality, like a routine that all parties had memorized and were playing out day after day for an invisible audience. Perhaps if he kept up the performance, he could leave one day. Or at least make it out of those damn restraints. Baby steps.

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Desert Christ Park, Joshua Tree, California / May 2018

The nurses left as quietly and as suddenly as they had come. Noah stared up at the ceiling, watching the shadows in the cratered, stucco ceiling as they gradually changed direction. If he hadn’t been crazy when he got here, he was certainly going crazy now, and it hadn’t even been a month yet. Noah quieted down the thought. He laid there quietly, playing games in his head, and reciting the Greek alphabet, which he had been forced to learn as a freshman in college when he was rushing a fraternity. Alpha, beta, gamma, delta, epsilon…

He heard another understated tap, this time coming from the small, barred window in the corner of the room. He abruptly turned to look and a sharp pain shot up his shoulder, caught between his strained neck and manacled wrist. He made eye contact with a familiar face. The intruder held up a sheet of paper against the glass: I’m coming to get you. Hold tight.

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Can't help wondering why Dante didn't put Noah in his inferno. But that's my free-association going haywire, because what is Christ - stunning though his picutre here might be - doing at all in this post?

The reason is only that I took it the day before and liked it, and I’m multitasking by posting my photography and writing simultaneously! But I also think the vibe of decaying concrete Jesus statues and Joshua Trees fits in a story about madness, in some way. I could have probably found a better one, you’re right.

I didn't suggest it wasn't perfect for the piece!

Enjoyed reading your story. Worrying my morning oatmeal might also be a routine ;P
And, LOVE your photo of Desert Christ Park! Looks like an amazing place to visit. I've never been.

Thanks! You should DEFINITELY go if you ever find yourself in the desert of Southern California.

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Hold tight.

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I actually imagined that the person breaking him out of the insane asylum would be his gay lover and that they would have locked him up because they were trying to lobotomize the gay out of him, because in my mind this is like, a 1960s insane asylum that tortures people who aren't sufficiently normal. They'd beat up a lot of bad guys in the hallways in their dramatic escape, and then run away to the jungles of Central America and live out the rest of their days fishing and practicing survival skills out on the beach.

Excellent job of portraying the disgusting and depressing state of most mental health care! My uncle was schizophrenic, and it was horrid where he was.

I hope whoever it is at the window gets him out of there!!!

And what an interesting convo you had about the bots. Fact is that most don't know how to use them and loose money...

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