“Where are my pills?” shouted old Mr. Jones as I entered the room.
“Morning Jimmy, ”I said, plugging in the hoover, “It’s me, Jenny. I’ll check you’ve not knocked them on the floor.”
“Sorry Jenny, didn’t realise it was you. Thought it was that snooty Matron. You’re the only one who talks to me in this place. Put you in my will I have.
“Don’t be daft Jimmy. Are these what you were looking for?”I said, holding up a pill bottle I’d slipped from my pocket. I handed them to him knowing they’d soon finish the old bugger off.
My Drabble Project – Day 28 Story 89