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Although she had no memory of having done so, she was certain that a decision had been made. She remained as still as she could possibly be, hoping that her stillness would bring everything back into focus. But the longer she sat there, the more time seemed to halt, offering no glimpse of change.
She had a sense that there were things or people all around her in various stages of motion but her mind simply would not allow her to process the scene.
Was that a child zipping around?
Whose phone was that and why weren’t they answering?
Was there someone speaking loudly in a very one-sided conversation?
What is that on the walls? Fake photos of fake scenery?
And what was that smell?!!

Oh dear lord! How long have I been sitting in this waiting room?!!

Copyright © 2014 Tamika Brown and.


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