The room around him was busy, yet lifeless. Every chair was filled, and the ticket dispenser sounded like a machine gun firing off incessantly. But nobody was talking. Each face was vacant, each pair of eyes looking inwards.
A A McRae
Waiting rooms alway feel like this to me.
I am a teacher, parent, cookie-baking experimenter, library enthusiast, and all-around bookworm. Twitter and Instagram: @aamcraewrites
The Daily Cuppa
John P. Weiss
The Narrative Arc
Text to speech