Writing

Waiting

Avoiding, dodging the news, Worried the outcome isn’t what you hope. The lobby is quiet enough so you could hear the hum of the television. Stomach is rolling in knots, tunneling through your organs. Rolling through your throat for a pit stop and exiting into a blue bin.

“He’ll see you now.”

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