Wednesday, May 22, 2013

Social Work Mix Up

by M. J. Joachim

Shaken to the core, Marissa sat up in her hospital bed and listened to the social worker who came to see her. Her intestines were ruptured in the accident and her kidney damaged. Hospital staff worked frantically to save her life moments after the crash.

“I didn’t even see him,” she explained. “He came out of nowhere, flying into the intersection so fast,” she said shaking as she remembered her feeling of shock and helplessness before she blacked out.

“I’m not here because of the drunk driver that hit you, Marissa,” the social worker tried to help her understand. “There’s been a complaint by your sister stating that you’ve been having problems for a while now and that we should look into your history of drug abuse, before determining the cause of the accident.”

“Sister, drug abuse…” Marissa’s mind raced back in time, trying to remember the last conversation she had with Naomi. “It’s been thr, thr, three years since I’ve even talked to Naomi, Miss. And I’ve never had a drug problem in my life.”

“Naomi is listed as your next of kin here at the hospital. She came in and filled out all the forms for you when you were brought in,” replied the social worker.

“Naomi, my next of kin?” asked Marissa. “She’s my sister, but I never gave her any authority to sign any papers regarding medical affairs in my life.”

“We’ll get to the bottom of this, Marissa. In the meantime, we need to test you for various types of recreational drug use, because if you are lying, it could interfere with your treatment and medicines.”

“Lying?! Naomi is the one who is lying. I’m messed up because I was hit by a drunk driver, not because I used recreational drugs. Don’t they have all the blood they need, based on the accident?”

“Yes, but it wasn’t tested for drugs. We simply can’t take a chance, because Naomi promises to sue us if anything happens to you while you are in our care, and she’s already got two claims pending against the hospital for your parents.”

Thank you for visiting FlashTyme.

M. J.

Photo credit:  Car accident in Poland, FxJ, GNU Free Documentation License

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Friday, May 3, 2013

Let the Games Begin!


by M. J. Joachim

As she looked through the list which included everything beginning with ants and ending with zebras, she couldn’t help but feel a bit overwhelmed. The FBI was on the look-out. Jury duty became a nightmare and tarantulas saved the day.

Ulysses S. Grant made Umberto a hero in his own right, thanks in no small part to Mark Twain; all while that wascally wabbit made an appearance on Lawrence Welk.

There was no stopping the places she would go, or the things she might come up with when writing stories with words she’d never heard. The only thing she had to do was meet the Challenge, something she did quite well, crossing the finish line with minutes to spare as she sang Stairway to Heaven by Led Zeppelin.

The experience was once in a lifetime. Her Scrabble score soared through the roof. At least before they had a glimmer of hope, a running chance to take the title away from Scrabble Queen of the family. Now they only play against themselves, letting her play, but not competing with her scores. Now she continues to struggle with Super Mario, hoping against hope they don’t pick Toad up and throw her character on its head again.

Thank you for visiting FlashTyme.

M. J.

Photo credit:  A battered Super Mario Toadstool, Mendhak, Creative Commons Attribution – Share Alike 2.0 Generic
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