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A story in about a 100 words
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Well, at 50 what did I expect, sitting there in that sterile corridor, watching busy people busy being busy?
I could feel a pain in the pit of my stomach, working its way slowly up to my chest, making breathing difficult. I stare aimlessly at the posters on the grimy walls, most of them covering health issues aimed mainly at the young.
What the hell was I doing there, it was just not right, I shouldn’t be here. I move my feet further under the chair wanting to push off, raise from that all encompassing uncomfortable chair and make a dash to, well anywhere, anywhere that’s not here, not now, not today.
The door opens my name is called, I smile, no grimace, a faked smile as I walk with purpose lacking purpose, into the room to greet my faith.
Mrs Smith........................................
........Congratulations
you’ve passed your English ‘A’ level, well done!
Your turn ????
I could feel a pain in the pit of my stomach, working its way slowly up to my chest, making breathing difficult. I stare aimlessly at the posters on the grimy walls, most of them covering health issues aimed mainly at the young.
What the hell was I doing there, it was just not right, I shouldn’t be here. I move my feet further under the chair wanting to push off, raise from that all encompassing uncomfortable chair and make a dash to, well anywhere, anywhere that’s not here, not now, not today.
The door opens my name is called, I smile, no grimace, a faked smile as I walk with purpose lacking purpose, into the room to greet my faith.
Mrs Smith........................................
........Congratulations
you’ve passed your English ‘A’ level, well done!
Your turn ????
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