THE SHOUT OF A KING

By Tessa Harvey

It was then that inspiration came. He ate the meal which was very good. He had not realised he was so hungry, then he waited and watched. Groups of people came in the ward.

They must have some sort of intercom outside the door. Once they explained who they were visiting, the door lock released and they came in. Getting out was not going to be too difficult. Simon headed for a door leading to a beautiful green, enclosed area with tall ferns and shrubs - open to the sky. He looked engrossed in the quiet place and even went in for a while. Then a group of young people came along to go back out of the ward, and the door was released. Calmly, Simon slipped out with them and walked briskly, not running, down a staircase. 

On the next level, he took a lift and pressed the Exit button. In the ward, patients wore their own clothes, so Simon did not stand out in any way.

He blended with the crowd. In his pocket, he had his credit card and some cash.
He would look first at home, then go to Moira's parents place. Moira was his wife and she needed to come home.

He would apologise, though he was not sure why, and life would just be fine again. He knew it.

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