John Graham Jones - Writer -

Short Stories

The Whale

Had he been dreaming? Had there been a whale? He walked slowly away from the building towards the bus stop.
Someone was calling his name.
"Mr Herbert. Please don't walk, we've transport for you."
He turned about to see a young woman in nurse's uniform running towards him. She was smiling at him. He smiled back.
"Come with me back to the hospital."
"What hospital?"
"Here."
She took him arm gently and led him back to the doors of the hospital.