Rachel Robbins
Bio
Writer-Performer based in the North of England. A joyous, flawed mess.
Please read my stories and enjoy. And if you can, please leave a tip. Money raised will be used towards funding a one-woman story-telling, comedy show.
Stories (170)
Filter by community
Occupational Health
Christine was sunny and bright. She smiled at strangers. One teenaged summer holiday, she volunteered for a project that provided respite for families with disabled children. Against her adolescent instinct, she would wake early and make her way to the local primary school. Christine and the project coordinator worked in a small, windowless room with school desks, low chairs and brightly coloured art supplies. Children usually stayed with the project for half a day, but Paul and Angela were booked in for a full week. Christine had read their files and looked up the syndrome in the coordinator’s hand book. They had a progressive condition so that before their brains had matured, they began a physical decline and developed dementia. Paul and Angela’s bodies and brains were collapsing. There was no cure. The cause was a rare genetic disorder. Christine had already outlived their life expectancy.
By Rachel Robbins5 years ago in Humans
