A Waiting Room
Saturday, May 25, 2019
Opening her bag, a woman searched urgently for something. Pulling out a photograph, she stared at it intently as tears streamed down her worn face.
The picture was handed to me. I glimpsed at it in confusion. Curiosity crept inside me but before I could speak, the photo was grabbed violently away and as quick as she arrived, the woman was gone. The picture burned into my memory without any understanding of why.
The picture was handed to me. I glimpsed at it in confusion. Curiosity crept inside me but before I could speak, the photo was grabbed violently away and as quick as she arrived, the woman was gone. The picture burned into my memory without any understanding of why.
