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Morgue Or Doctors Office

Blah gray cupboards, gray padded table, boring grayish blue chairs. Plastic chairs, not comfortable, always two, but who needs two? I wait for the doctor thinking it is weird there is not a single picture. No pop of red, orange, yellow, pink, green, purple, or any pretty color. This looks more like a morgue should look than a doctor’s office. My eyes dart around in vain, looking for something beautiful. Silver doorknobs, silver faucets, silver drawer handles, nothing shiny. That boring polished dull silver. A gray drab room for waiting.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2019




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Date: 9/6/2019 6:34:00 AM
Funny the things that go through the mind waiting to be seen. Of course, Victor’s comment is less drab then mine ;)
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Caren Krutsinger
Date: 9/6/2019 10:42:00 PM
I did not wait long, but long enough to despise the coldness of the blah room.

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