STEREOTYPE

Fortuitous Tide

Reminder: Free short story – see below ‘A Pearl for Your Enjoyment.’

This month I have been asked to speak on my writing journey at a luncheon put on by a local organization, Voice, Interests and Education for Women. I appreciate this opportunity and am proud to think I have something to offer to this group.

Current Weather and Tides

Progress with Novel No 6: The past month, it has felt like I travelled on a Black Plains bog – one step forward and two steps backward. Today, knowing I have completed the second section of three sections, I feel I can fly to the moon. Mind you; this is only the first draft, so there are still miles and miles to travel just yet. I will feel like I have walked to the moon and back before it is completed.

Keep safe, Keep smiling, Keep reading, Keep writing.

Elizabeth Rimmington

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A Pearl for Your Enjoyment

The class was asked to write about a character who does not fit the stereotype.

I must remind everyone; the following is a work of fiction and in no way relates to anyone I know currently or have encountered over many years within the nursing world.

One may ask, is there a stereotype for a nurse? Along with the multitude of different career paths within nursing, there are different skill sets and characteristics required to make a successful nurse within each group. The specific priorities for each area differ.

MAISIE DAKIN

I first encountered Maisie Dakin in the dining room on the ground floor of Block 3. The new addition to our staff members held no outstanding features that might hold someone’s attention for any length of time. The woman had been working in Block 3 for a month by that time. Odd snippets of gossip had already fallen upon my ears. I struggled to stamp down heavily on any bias as it attempted to raise unfair tentacles. My preference has been to judge the newcomers on my own observations.

Maisie Dakin was employed in the renowned Professor Doug Ogilvie’s team working on nuclear science in cancer treatment. Whisper said they were verging on an imminent breakthrough in the treatment of cerebral tumours. This position had been hotly contested. Maisie Dakin was envied by most of the registered nurses working within Block 3. Maisie only had three patients to care for on each shift, but it has been reported in the tea room that the nursing care usually fell upon the shoulders of the more junior staff while Miss Dakin was seen swanning around through the laboratory with the Professor or hanging around the hallways outside. If true, this seemed very odd. Her plain features, unadorned by makeup or suchlike, nestled inside a halo of mousy unruly locks, did not give one the impression of a femme fatale on the prowl – as far as I could see.

During my quiet times over the weeks, these thoughts returned to be chewed upon as a drover might chew upon a wad of tobacco. It all seemed most odd. At no time did any clarification present itself. It was three months after I had met Maisie Dakin when a horror story made the rounds, compelling small groups to whisper in clusters along corridors, the elevators, around the water fountain, over their teacups, in the car parks, or waiting outside the toilet doors.

A shooting occurred in Block 3 at two o’clock on Friday morning. It was being said our Maisie Dakin saved the life of Professor Ogilvie. Five bodies, including that of Sister Dakin and four men in black hooded jackets wearing balaclavas, were discovered by security after the Professor phoned for urgent help from his laboratory phone. Currently, he was sheltering in his office surrounded by six burly men with the FBI signature blazoned across their bulletproof vests.

It took four days for the dust to settle. The gossip gauges almost imploded during that time. The word doing the rounds reported our Maisie Dakin had single-handedly saved Professor Ogilvie from being abducted by four Soviet agents. It was said Sister Dakin was also an FBI agent with the primary task of protecting the Professor.

So where am I now with my ‘Don’t believe gossip creed’? I’ll tell you where: Gossip certainly adds spice to the day, but I can take it or leave it and prefer to leave it.

THE END