Here is my excerpt from the latest chapter.
At 11:30 she found herself in the
waiting room at the doctor’s office. She
had the crumpled up note in her pocket.
She had to use a flashlight to locate it. It was stuck on the floor in a puddle of
something disgusting that had leaked out of the fridge. It was accompanied by a few cat crunchies, a
dried raison, and an errant pink and grey pill.
Ironic she thought. Totally
ironic.
The receptionist ushered her into the
examining room where she fiddled with her phone until she heard the tap on the
door. He came in and settled himself
into the chair, as he usually did, he crossed his legs, leaned back and asked
her how she was.
She never quite knew how to answer the
question. Usually she said, not
fine. And then she usually smiled. It wasn’t funny.
Today though, she didn’t say
anything. She reached into her pocket
and took out the sticky crumpled note and handed it to the doctor.
He looked at it. He looked at her. He gave it back to her.
He asked her how long she had had the
note. More exactly how long she had had
the thought that was written on the note.
“Months", she said. “Many
months. But I never actually get to it.”
“Clearly”, he said.
They both smiled.
It wasn’t funny, but they both smiled.
Thought I'd pop back in to say hi.
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