This short piece of fiction is written for Friday Fictioneers. The challenge is to write a story based on the picture prompt of 100 words or less that is a complete story with a beginning, middle and end. You can read other participants stories by clicking HERE.
My story begins after the picture below.
The memories of the place still haunt him.
Robert was his roommate. An extremely obese black man who never once in six weeks got out of bed. They brought a contraption in to lift him up to change his sheets. He never once turned the television off despite desperate requests. He had moved what furniture he had from his apartment into the tiny room.
Chicken Lady was how he knew what time it was. She started crowing late in the afternoon and her state of confusion would last well into his restless night.
“Thanks for sharing,” someone calls.
Oh Danny Boy! 
Horrible. That anyone should have to live through that is just not acceptable. Thankfully, at least in my part of the country, this kind of place is the exception, not the rule.
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It sounds like he was a roommate in a private hospital. The man only lasted six weeks. Very chilling and realistic, Danny. —- Suzanne
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Very chilling!
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Chilling. I’m sure places like that are disorienting and there have to be alternative ways to “make sense” of what’s going on. If it is a dream, it would be a fun one to try to decipher.
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Actually it was not a dream. Enough said.Thanks for commenting!
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YW!
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Great to escape the place and people.
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I feel bad for the poor bugger!
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I liked this. Is he rambling and reminiscing?
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Reminiscing a nightmare. Thanks Sandra.
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