Tell A Story Tag: A new kind of nomination

Hello lovely dreamers, and happy Friday!


Today, I was nominated by a lovely blogger, Clover, who, with her twin sister, runs the site Coastal Twins.

Most of these sort of posts that I do are award posts.. the most common seems to be the Liebster award.

It’s refreshing to do something new, and I hope you’ll enjoy this piece!



– Include the tag image in your post.

– Tell a one paragraph short story based on the theme your nominee gives you.

– Give one (only one!) theme for your tagged bloggers to write a story about.

– Tag 3 or more people.

– Let your nominees know you tagged them.

– Copy and paste rules.

– follow the rules x




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fun fact:  It’s my favourite word! The theme Clover’s story was on was ‘Wanderlust’, which is her favourite word! 😂


Alexander Beck sat on the hard seat, back very straight, head in hands, cold, stone like.

It was visible to any passerby that he was fed up with the waiting game, but really, who wasn’t? He could tell he wasn’t gaining any sympathy.

The man next to him turned around and tapped him on the shoulder.

“I have a crisis on my hands here, if you’ll excuse me.”

He nodded and turned around.

Alexander stood up, and went to the staff counter. He, along with the rest of the passengers on his flight, had been stuck at some remote Australian Airport for the past six hours. “Look, there’s a family emergency, and uh, the least you could do is help me out a bit here. What the hell is wrong with the plane?”

“Sir, I’m very sorry but like I told you before, you need to sit down and wait. The crew are doing their very best to fix the plane. You shouldn’t be here for too much longer.”

“My daughter.. it’s her Birthday tomorrow, and she’s a cancer patient. I have to be there. I’m afraid she’ll go any day now.. she has all these tumours on her back. She’s a wonderful person, never complaining of the pain, no matter how unbearable it gets.”

“Sir.. I understand, and I assure you, I am so very sorry, but there isn’t a lot we can do. Would you like to be moved to a private room where you can rest?”

Making his way back to his seat, Alexander realised the man next to him was talking again. “What do you want now?” he asked tiredly. “Didn’t you hear what I said at the counter? my daughter has cancer. Just leave me be.”

“I don’t think your daughter has cancer. I’m a senior doctor at the Royal Australian Children’s Hospital, and I know Cancer when I hear it. She’s never had any pain?”

“I’m sure she does, she just doesn’t say. Anyway, why should I believe you? All you do is joke around.”

“When was she first diagnosed, and by who?”

“A year ago.  We were overseas, at a local hospital, and they found a cancerous tumour on her back.”

“Has it spread to other parts of the body?”


“Has she ever suffered a back injury?”

“Yes.. how did you know?”

“There’s a type of tumour that is known as benign. It isn’t  cancerous, and doesn’t spread to other parts of the body. They can be triggered by injuries to that particular area, amongst other reasons. They usually respond favourably to treatment. Because she was being treated for something it doesn’t appear she has, the tumour hasn’t gone yet. Does she ever complain of pain, after treatments?”

“Now that I think about it, yes, but only after treatments.”

“Your daughter has been misdiagnosed. Health care isn’t as good in some places overseas, and it’s likely the doctor you saw was inexperienced. Why don’t you bring your daughter and wife to the Children’s hospital, and I’ll see about getting you some proper treatment?”

“You say that it’s your daughter’s birthday tomorrow. Why don’t you call her and give her the news?”

“Oh god, I just, this is the perfect explanation. Nothing seemed to work, and she seemed to be okay when she wasn’t being treated. I don’t know what to say.. thank you.”

Ten minutes later, all the passengers boarded the plane again. Alexander didn’t see the man again, the man who had solved his greatest problem, and who didn’t so much as know his name.

As soon as he got back home, he bundled his daughter and wife into the car, and they went off to the hospital. As it turned out, the doctor had been right all along. He cried uncontrollably in the car, only just realising the true gravity of the situation. If the plane had kept going, he wouldn’t have ever known.


Alright, so I completely failed at keeping this story short. I know it’s like ten paragraphs long. 🙄


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