An idea just came to me, and I had to get it down

It might not make much sense, but it can be worked on. You know how it is, the words come from nowhere, the story writes itself in your head at the awkwardest of moments, then if a free moment as soon as possible…


When morning came, I found myself afraid.  Winifred had mentioned scarring, there were bandages on my face.  I knew, but wasn’t quite sure how I knew, I wasn’t the handsomest of men before the accident, so this might be an improvement.

I was not sure why I didn’t think it would be the case.

They came at mid morning, the nurse, Winifred, and the doctor, the exquisite Chinese.  Perhaps she was the distraction, taking my mind of the reality of what I was about to see.

Another doctor came into the room, before the bandages were removed, and he was introduced as the plastic surgeon that had ‘repaired’ the ravages of the accident.  It had been no easy job, but, with a degree of egotism, he did say he was one of the best in the world.

I found it hard to believe, if he was, that he would be at a small country hospital.

“Now just remember, what you might see now is not how you will look in a few months time.”

Warning enough.

The Chinese doctor started removing the bandages.  She did it slowly, and made sure it did not hurt.  My skin was very tender, and I suspect still bruised, either from the accident or the surgery, I didn’t know.

Then it was done.

The plastic surgeon gave his work a thorough examination and seemed pleased with his work.  “Coming along nicely,” he said to the other doctor.  He issued some instructions on how to manage the skin, nodded to me, and I thanked him before he left.

I noticed Winifred had a mirror in her hand, and was somewhat reticent in using it.  “As I said,” she said noticing me looking at the mirror, “what you see now will not be the final result.  The doctor said it was going to heal with very little scarring.  You have been very fortunate he was available.  Are you ready?”

I nodded.

She showed me.

I tried not to be reviled at the red and purple mess that used to be my face.  At a guess I would have to say he had to put it all back together again, but, not knowing what I looked like before, I had no benchmark.  All I had was a snippet of memory that told me I was not the tall, dark, and handsome type.

And I still could not talk.  There was a reason, he had worked on that area too.  Just breathing hurt.  I think I would save up anything I had to say for another day.  I could not even smile.  Or frown.  Or grimace.

“We’ll leave you for a while.  Everyone needs a little time to get used to the change.  I suspect you are not sure if there has been an improvement on last year’s model.  Well, time will tell.”

A new face?

I could not remember the old one.

My memory still hadn’t returned.

© Charles Heath 2020-2022

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