“Mommy, that woman over there
looks like a clown with a runny face,”
a little girl whispered, pointing
to a young woman
across the ER waiting room.
Fond memories, amongst
clouded reason
and dripping mascara, melded
with sorrow.
The forecast was bleak.
Somewhere
in the pit of her stomach,
knotted like old laundry
being wrung, regret
played a haunting tune
she didn’t care to hear.
“Remarkable, how
hurried lives can bring
so much pain,” she thought
as scrubbed heroes
behind scenes,
rushed to duty.
She hated hospitals,
at least tonight, and
saline wrought solutions
are bad for make-up.
Author notes
#2 pain, hurting.
A contest entry
- closes tonight by Melissa Gayle.
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Having spent quite a bit of time in hospital waiting rooms for the last three years [different people-different circumstances] I was able to sort of really "feel" this write. Not sure if I can see the "beauty" of it like some of the others, however what I do see is the "reality" of what you are describing and it translates into a state of mind that says "yes , this is how it is". I wish you the best in the contest,
reenie
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I hate hospitals too. Nothing but death and sickness. I litterally feel sick being there.
Reading the title I actually expected something sadder, but made it beautiful in a way, with a little twist - a kind of irony. I really like that. Good job! -
Damn this contest has killed me, ya'll and your entries. This is truly a beautiful piece of work. Your emotion is consistent and flow just perfect.
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Great work, not many people can take a scene as simple as that and make it into something beautiful.
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