RONY BROWN'S SERIALS

    INTRAPERSONAL-2 Rony Brown It is not that she made no plans. Victoria was not the kind that could spend half a day without writing out every minute she would spend down. So yes, she made and had lots of plans. But there is a difference in making plans or even having them and actually executing them. Victoria was almost a week into her leave and had settled comfortably into an unhealthy routine. This mainly consisted of sleeping ( nothing unhealthy about that ), eating (mostly raw sausages and bread if she could get her hands on some without stepping her foot out of her hospital-given accommodation and of course loads and loads of soft drinks.), watching nine or more seasons of movies and yes, an occasional fuck ( occasional meaning every other night ). Well, when need be, she forced herself into the bathroom to suffer the pains of bathing. It was six pm and she was about throwing herself in the throes of passion with some guy. She giggled childishly. T

  INTRAPERSONAL-one The shrill blaze of her smart alarm woke her from her slumber. It must have been on its third cycle or so. She look at the man drooling by her side and began to suspect that only a fool like she was, would ever think that   staying in bed with this animal that late into the night was going to make her anything but late for her morning shift the next day. He woke up with a start too. He must also be late for his morning shift. He was one of the volunteer doctors from God knows where. And he fucked like he had been starved for years. Maybe, but she could care less. How did she get here? She wondered. She barely managed to go through the motions of her toilette and didn’t even notice when the volunteer doctor slipped out of her room. Sliding gracelessly into her Pontiac, she drove like an enraged maniac. “Nurse Donaldy! Nurse Donaldy! You are needed at theatre three. Nurse Donaldy please report to theatre three immediately.” The blast of a panicky te