Mrs Thought Bubble

I was inspired to write a script genre piece on how it is dealing with Mortality, family illness, Dementia , care homes & relationships.









GINGER:  Care worker

MRS BRUISED: “I’m tired”

                                “I’m tired”

 CARD SHUFFLER: (throws his voice from a table on the left)

                                      “I’m tired too.”

MRS BRUISED: (Sitting upright like a majestic, beaten up old queen)

                                         I’m tired

CARD SHUFFLER:  Aye? Go to sleep then

 The room fans out into a full house of insidious laughter.

MISS CARDIGAN: excuse me, Dear, can you tell me where the toilets are?                                        I’ve only just                                              popped by 

THE WEED:( Looks around for a sign of a staffed house)

                         Of course just follow me….

The weed walks back from the toilets and goes to crouch down to hold Mrs Thought Bubble’s hand.

THE WEED: “She has pissed herself. Can someone change her?”

THE ROSE: “No- she hasn’t.” 

GINGER: “Here you go. Open your mouth?

(Shovels a hefty spoonful of what looks like boiled bagged food) 

Lost in thought……

The smell of piss can’t be worse than death’s kiss…

GINGER:” Here- wah-la!  open your mouth.” 

Listen to thoughts of an animated  Mrs Thought Bubble.

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THE WEED: “Tu es Pleine? “

Like an old coffin opening for the first time in a century;

 MRS: THOUGHT BUBBLE: ( creeks out slowly)


THE ROSE: ( Comes back from the kitchen with another full beaker of red diluted kids juice)

                        “You   are thirsty today.” 

                        “So so thirsty”

Three empty beakers all lined up in a row – My eyes rest and are ready to aim – trigger happy and ready to blow.

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THE WEED: “She has pissed herself! Look!”

THE ROSE: “Oh you have made a pee pee Mamie- a pee pee!”


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A skeleton- face grinning.

Bright light beams from  Mrs Thought Bubbles eyes.

An Image.

A carved pumpkin with a toothy grin.

Burning away in a dark room:  within.

More strained laughter churning out lactic acid.

MRS BRUISED : (on a loop)

                              Oh,I am tired 

BRUNETTE: Fiddler, Stop putting your hands down your pants. Stop.

Maybe that is the only way she gets to feel something.

Legs splayed-  FIDDLER’S fingers exploring her vagina hungrily.

MRS BRUISED:       “I’m tired”

CARD SHUFFLER: “Yeah me too! Shut up.”

Eyes veer to the table on the left.

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Dying flowers is in a glass vase.

If I had to throw it would reality become what I once knew it to be?

Jeer me on why don’t you? 

Throw the fucking vase.

Throw it!

How long have those silver wrapped chocolates been stood there? This is not some fancy New York hotel. 

If they are going to start leaving chocolates to make sure you get Hershey’s kisses.

Brown as the shit underneath Mrs Thought bubble’s nails.

THE WEED: “She has pissed herself!”

GINGER:      “I will go get dessert.”

Does it come in different sex positions? 

Sweet Silence.

One of the toughest spells to break.

No one dares look at the other.

Carers go adrift.

Congregate to conflate into gossip office politics.

THE ROSE: ” Go and tell them to change her.” 

The weed creeps along the floor until it has found the right door.

THE WEED:        “Can someone change Mrs Thought bubble!  She is sitting                                    “in her own piss.”

MRS HEGEMONY: “Wheres nondescript and the other one too?”

Great big sighs. A room full of eyes wondering if the pay they get is worth the time.

The time finally has a stroke and then another and another.

The hoist in all its bluesy hues comes for Mrs Thought-bubble.

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GINGER: “I’m sorry I got called into the office”

THE WEED: “Look it’s not you. Its just… I am sitting watching Mrs                                        “Thought bubble  over  here, shout out….  and                                                            “she is wading in her own  piss!”

THE ROSE:     “Let’s go outside”

THE ROSE: ( turns to BRUNETTE)

                        “Can we take her outside?”

BRUNETTE: ( a voice rolls out  like a plush  red carpet)

                         “Of course.” ( BRUNETTE rolls out the wheelchair – )

She hasn’t been outside in over a year.

She Shouts and protests.

Vintage sunglasses are placed on her  to help process her eyes.





More shouts and protests.

MAINTENANCE: “ Do you want me to take a picture?”

(THE WEED and THE ROSE in unison) “Oh yes please.”



Mature cheddar smiles captured against the vines.

THE WEED: “I love you Mrs Thought-bubble.”

Muffled sounds.


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I’ll settle for that as an good enough au revoir.

Four doors.

Four Windows.

Four wheels.

Taxi take us very fucking far away from here , please.

THE WEED: “Did you notice that nobody came to clean the chair?”


                           “EVERY NIGHT I CRY MYSELF TO SLEEP!”

                           “IF WE MOVE HER AGAIN(pause) SHE WILL DIE.”

                            “PLEASE LET HER DIE”



                            “IT IS BEYOND MY UNDERSTANDING.”

Petals start to turn inwards – it’s a crying shame to see a rose start to wilt.

RED CAP:      “There was a sticker attached saying ‘TO CLEAN'”

THE WEED: “Oh.” 

                        “I’m sorry.”

                         “I love you , Rose.”

                         “I can’t imagine what you are going through.”

THE ROSE: (Wilts that tiny bit more)

                         “She doesn’t even know who I am anymore!”

THE WEED:   “I know who you are.”

                         “You know who I  am.”

It doesn’t matter if the sun is shining- water will always ignore the air around it. If it wants to pour so it shall.

Tears pour.

Tears break.

 The weed reaches and creeps until it has a secure grip around The Roses stem.

Hands entwined.

The Weed.

The Rose.

Both look out their own private window.

 Bee would have loved to see that cow…..

THE ROSE: ( watered and ready to pose)

                     “So tomorrow is a busy day. We have to sort out the cake.”

THE WEED: “The cake?”

THE ROSE: Daisy, the wedding cake?   And We need to find Mr Thought                              “bubble an outfit  for the wedding.”

THE WEED: (grapples for breath)

                        “Is she actually allowed to come?”

THE ROSE:    “Madam  Hegemony says it is fine”

THE WEED: (flat)

                         “Oh!  Cool. I wonder did we tell the cake makers that we have                          changed    the theme from sun flowers to  yellow roses?”

THE ROSE: (exasperated)

                           “YES! We are just having yellow icing on normal flowers..”

 THE WEED:     “Oh… like the colour on our invitations “


THE ROSE:      “See you tomorrow”.

THE WEED: (as an after thought)

                        “Mint,Yes, tomorrow.”

THE ROSE:   “10:30, Don’t be late.  We are getting threaded first.”

                        “Have you got The Bees shoes?”

THE WEED:  Yes Mam”

THE ROSE:” I swear if you had loads of money in this town you still                                        “wouldn’t be able to  spend it.”

                        “It’s all bullshit” 

From the horses mouth – let him narrate for this bit.

“...…And so the the earth continues to travel around the sun.”

“The sun goes down .”

“The moon is full faced and all fluttering eyelashes.”

“And  I still have a long face. “

Nothing but everything changes.”



Horses don’t talk.

Neither do flowers

Horse manure.


Jut another day in ‘I wonder what the fuck next land?


Just an average day in average Care home.

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About Daisy Willows

'Words are my everything' - Jon Wayne . A writer of poetry, stories, stage scripts, fiction, border line poetry & freestyle works, Music reviews, Guest Features/interview & shout outs. She is also passionate about raising anti-stigma & awareness for Mental Health. A trained co-facilitator in Wellness Recovery Action plan by Mary Ellen Copeland Natasha goes by many moniker names-Daisy Willows, bahtuhkid, GOAT2Bdazee. She has had a colourful life. Travelled. Natasha co-owns a second-hand clothing & accessories business -La Bella Bijoux Ltd Natasha was born in South Africa & is a French national. She currently resides in the UK Natasha Bodley holds a postgraduate in the Humanities. A BA in Myth in the Greek and Roman worlds & Advanced creative writing. She also holds a Foundation degree in Acting performance. She is currently working on her first novel (semi-autobiographical creative non-fiction). She has published one short story on Amazon called 'Number one' Connect with Natasha Collaborate with Natasha & feel free to Communicate her too. Light, Peace & Love!

Posted on Jun 9, 2016, in MY WORLD and tagged , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 4 Comments.

  1. I just LOVE the last picture….Says so much! Hugs! ❀

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