Waiting Rooms

The sallow faces of people sag as they wait for their name to be called. Patients waiting. Squeaking doors perk heads, and attentions snap anxiously like grazing animals disturbed. When nothing happens the herd returns to the magazines, the complimentary water, the gravity of the low-sounding television. There is so much anticipation for a place where noone wants to be.
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