Tingle

Tingle Excelsior Mental Hospital July 1953 A ward of the state. Abi didn’t know what that meant. But that’s what she was; the fat lady wearing the blue dress with white buttons told her so. “Mama?” Abi asked. “She can’t look after you, you’re going to live here.” “Oh, she’ll pick me up?” “Look, child,… Continue reading Tingle