Today, we are practising Skills. Shopping! Gene’s favourite. He dashes down chalked aisles, swinging a basket piled with imaginary food.
Nurse pouts out advice from where she mopes against her magnolia wall.
“Christ. Gene, give her the money… The money.”
Outside, the world is a flurry. It roars; clashes. People scrape together. Doctor frets at keys strung onto a length of chain.
Everywhere people try to decide between choice and the illusion of choice.
Gene holds an empty packet of corn flakes, its top taped closed. He is basking in the blue of the ceiling and its fluffy, painted clouds.