Water Wait

 

“Who put it there?” Moe grumbled.

The waiting room was almost empty, but it only added to his resentment. Don’t people know it is cruel?

Alisha looked up from the small screen that consumed her waking moments and too many of what should have been her sleeping ones.

“Put what where?”

At least she was sort-of-paying attention.

“That,” he put as much contempt as he could manage with a parched brain into the word. He hated clinics. Especially this one.

“Oh, it’s yours,” Alisha handed him the water bottle. “Nurse said to have some. Told you no need to fast.”

 

 

For Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers

Photo prompt © Marie Gail Stratford

 

Stop to Sip

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Photo: Smadar Halperin-Epshtein

 

Walking along

Paths of life,

Stop to sip

Pause to laugh.

Make small moments

Of cool calm,

Find someone

To lean on.

Take a rest

Take the air,

Live well through

Time’s wear and tear.

 

 

For Cee’s Black & White Photo Challenge: drinks