He smiled for the first time since entering the Centre. And why not. After all, he was alive and the late summer garden was full of colour and fragrance; and he hadn’t touched any stimulants, alcoholic or pharmaceutical, for six weeks now.
The doctors and shrinks and nurses and carers had been strict, determined, gentle and loving, and with their help he had pulled through. Hopefully his family and friends would forgive him for the terrible things he had done to them and others.
At the corner of his eye – almost hidden in the long grass – could it be? Amanita muscaria!
Written in response to Rochelle Wishoff-Fields’ weekly 100 word challenge.