Accustomed to Waiting

I sat alone in the grey of the doctor’s waiting room. The other patients waiting were segregated from me; each had their own box, their chair, designed to prevent them spreading their sore contagion. Some child was chewing on the playhouse in the corner. I bet they all did that.

The old man opposite me started coughing. The man next to me wouldn’t stop twitching his hands. The clock above my head started ticking exceptionally loudly. The receptionists at the far end were ignoring the ringing phone and instead were having a chat about the weather. Occasionally the phrase, ‘what a cock-sucker’ would be thrown in. That was some bitchin’ weather on the way. Continue reading “Accustomed to Waiting”