Teddy the Tortoise
Flash Fiction
Published in
2 min readFeb 9, 2022
Teddy the tortoise had been roaming the ward longer than anybody else. Not even Audrey the elderly orderly knew who named him — or why he wandered the garden paths at night.
Ann never admitted, not even years later, that she was behind it, but someone — let’s just say it was Ann — started sticking candles on Teddy’s back on Friday nights.
