The doctor’s office is small // the old and dirty maroon-colored curtains that cover the window …
Make the waiting area mostly dark …
The lamp produces a yellow light from a worn and tired light bulb …
The air conditioner vents are covered with dust …
And these have not been cleaned – ever …
Breathing quickly irritate the mucous air passage …
The furniture of a 1950’s vintage is worn and the cracks in the plastic show the padding …
Why am I here, he asked himself …
An act of last resistance to defend an honor long ago lost …
The pain inside his pride reminded him of the reason …
The screams got louder with each passing note …
He could taste the tang flavor of the drug and swallowed a mouthful of empty saliva …
He felt the heat and coolness of the sweat covering his body …
There was an ounce of shame yet left …
That filled the gap until the next dose ….
He did a double take as his eyes caught in a fraction of time // an image of a young man resembling his oldest son …
Was displayed in the magazine on top the coffee table …
Short Stories
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very descriptive, I felt like I was apart of the story!
Wonderful imagery throughout!