The stench of diarrhoea filled the room.
Her pale face gripped with the cramping pain of internal workings.
“I feel dizzy,” she whispered. “I’m not well.”
Wrinkles on her face deepened as she screwed up her eyes against the onslaught of another shuddering spasm.

Towering over her bed, another face hardened into planes of suspicion as the thin nose quivered in investigation. “It doesn’t smell infectious. You’ve done it again haven’t you Mrs Dupion?
Nurse! Search the room.”

The sudden gurgling release of fluid made the nurse think of fire drill, “Get down low and go go go,” before the air was too difficult to breathe at all. Both nurses put hands to their noses.

“Found it!” The nurse pulled out a sock from the back of the bottom drawer. Hidden inside the sock a small bottle, with just a few granules of the potent laxative left to rattle an invitation to purge your very soul. Like a snake it should have warned people to BEWARE, but not Mrs Dupion!

“We’ll be speaking with your daughter. No more pocket money for you Mrs D.”
“But Sister, I was so constipated. What else could I do?”

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