My feet barely touch the floor
I am yet again waiting on my younger asthmetic sister to be able to get a prescription
her dry coughs fill the packed yet silent room
It smells like amonia, peppermints, and sadness
this is not a grand combination
she gives another wheezy cough
people are astonished such noises can come from a six year old
we wait
the minutes go by
then the hours
she still recieves no help
I'm about ready to cry
her normally brown complection pinks a little around the cheeks
she still recieves no help
I count the ceiling tiles
896
she gasps
and gives a spasmatic jerk
and coughs
she can't breathe
can't you see
she can't breathe
help her please
...
and now two hours later
we're still
waiting
A contest entry
- Contemplations: The Waiting Room by Cat.
1300 points, ended November 9, 2007, 16 entries
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Comments
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this would benefit from some editing out... and some removal of the repetitious pronouns...
but tis your piece
thanks for entering...
G.x -
I wish you had waited to post this. I consider this a first draft.
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