II.A Chapter by Brittany
Five oxygen tubes.
Intervals narrowing, widening, narrowing. Pssst.
Five mouths. Dependent.
Pssst. Like a secret. The tubes and tanks, keys, nozzles.
Pssst. Pssst. Pssst. Pssst. Pssst.
Weathered machinery. Not as good as they once were.
I sink down in my chair. Study the walls. Try not to make too much eye-contact.
She's on my left eating complimentary cookies.
They are so sweet. She keeps repeating as the cookies slowly turn to crumbs. They are so sweet.
Across the room, an old man in a green cap is studying me. This makes me anxious. Pssst. He puts a hand up to his nose, where the oxygen flows on a "3". Pssst. Pssst. He looks like he has a secret.
A couple enter the room. A man pushing a woman in a wheel-chair. She has a beige scarf wrapped around her head and is
trying not to make eye-contact.
"Scuuuuuse me." As he rolls her past. She looks up briefly, then back into her lap.
He positions her facing the far wall. She's going west. We're all north and south.
It's no secret. I think she realizes this.
The coffee's ran out.
Pssst.
The mouths are moving. Incoherent chatter.
Every now and then, I catch a word. Turn it over in my head.
Celexa. Paxil. Zoloft. Lexapro. Lyrica. Lorazepam. Ativan.
All little secrets they share.
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5 Reviews Added on May 26, 2010 Last Updated on May 27, 2010 AuthorBrittanyMTAboutI don't know me. And, you don't know you. We fit so good together 'cause I know you like I know myself. more..Writing
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