Alan fought against the orderlies holding him back. “Veronica, no!”
“You’re a danger to yourself.” She signed the forms then removed her sunglasses, revealing a black eye. “And to me.”
Alan stopped fighting. Had he done that? He hadn’t meant to.
He walked into the asylum. Maybe he was crazy.
This is my story for the @jayna’s #fiftyword challenge. Prompt for this week is “danger.”
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