David Harris 10S 14/02/97 "ISN'T IT IRONIC"An imaginative response to
the song "Ironic" by Alanis Morisette."An old man turned 98, he won the
lottery and died the next day"John woke up around eight in the morning,
he looked out of his window as he lay there in his hospital bed. He had
got used to the pain, the digging in his side, it was as if he was repeatedly
being hit with a baseball bat. He would lye there staring out of the same
window, looking at the same buildings, thinking the same things.His
grand daughter and her son would visit him every Saturday. He enjoyed
their company, apart from them the only people he had to talk to were the
nurses that would come to see how he was and bring him his food.Today
was Saturday, John was 98 today, all the doctors and nurses had been
saying how good he looked for his age. He had been waiting all day for
his grand daughter and her son to arrive. Sure enough they did, His
grand daughter brought him some flowers and his grandson, James who
was six years old, bought him a box of chocolates. They both wished him
Happy Birthday and sat down next to him. John thanked them both for the
presents as he put them on the table next to his bed. They talked about
how James was getting on at school and how John's grand daughter was
doing at work. John remembered that he needed to get his lottery ticket,
he asked his daughter to get it for him. They joked about it being a waste
of money and even if they tried they would not be able to spend that
much money. She left James talking to John as she went off to buy the
ticket. John told James about the time he used to be a pilot in the RAF
James was fascinated by these stories, He wanted to be a pilot too
someday. A short while later, John's grand daughter arrived with his
lottery ticket. She told him that she had recived a call on her mobile
phone and she was needed at work. They told him that they would see
him soon and they were sorry that they had to go so soon. So they both
left, it was times like this when john felt lonely. It was as if he was in
prison, he could not go anywhere or do anything. Hours passed as John
watched the daytime T.V. in the ward. He could never hear what was
being said because of the noise from the kitchen and the other people in
the ward talking. It was a quarter to eight and the national lottery had just
started. Dale Winton was presenting the show, he introduced the various
guests and then Mystic Meg made her predictions. John waited for the
draw machine to start to move, He clenched onto his ticket and the
numbers came out, one by one he crossed them of his ticket. He realised
that he had all the numbers and had won the lottery. He lay there thinking
about all the extravagant things he would do with the money. He decided
that he would be sensible and not splash out on expensive items, well not
yet anyway. He put the ticket in his draw underneath his book. He would
tell his daughter tomorrow. John fell asleep dreaming about his riches.
When the morning came, the nurse came to Johns bed. She looked at
him that she contacted the main office. They then phoned his daughter to
tell her the bad news. John had died in his sleep.Words : 620
. the daytime T.V. in the ward. He could never hear what was
being said because of the noise from the kitchen and the other people in
the ward talking. It. had
got used to the pain, the digging in his side, it was as if he was repeatedly
being hit with a baseball bat. He would lye there staring out of the same
window,