The
mood in each room was different, he discovered as he stumbled from one into the
next.
He
became familiar with each the moment he stepped into it.
The
immediate former was full of pent up emotions relating to divorce-in-conception;
The
less immediate former was laced in neck-deep debt, seeking repatriation
Now
onto the latter; which was a breath of fresh air- no emotional clutter;
seemingly oblivious to the emotional tachycardia that characterized its
counterparts
This
latter room had 3 chairs, 7 bags and 10 gowns, meant for whom? He did not know
A
rude awakening typified by what sounded to him like the screeching of his full
name, ending with ‘Charlie! Charlie!’; administered via the right upper limb of
his ever-efficient brother
He
sighed with disappointed longing;
Alas!
He had been dreaming.
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