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Mary Leaves the Hospital

“Are you okay, ma’am?” the orderly asked, a question of concern quivering in the corner of her lips.

“Why, I think so. But tell me again, why am I here?” Mary sunk her head in the wheelchair as she was pushed down the sterile hall of Mercy Hospital in Lorain, Ohio.

Mary, I told you Jesus was coming for dinner. And you doubted. God is not pleased because of this.

Her husband Tom’s voice echoed in her ears, and now afraid and silent, Mary wept. She did not want to be labelled Schizophrenic.

Tune in next time for the Ongoing Adventures of Mary.

 

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My name is Michael and during my free time I avoid having a day job. Strangely enough, this gives me the freedom to run this blog. I write just about anything that can be considered art. I also occasionally post articles that may or may not be relevant to the theme of this site. You’ve been warned.

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