premature hopepremature hope8 years ago in WFA Hope Contest More Like This
Sixteen with shaking hands and a nervous stomach I sit in the waiting room of the doctors building.
Isnt it the worst thing?
I wring my hands and stare at each person sitting opposite me in sequence. Theyre not concerned; they sit with their legs crossed, their arms supporting some outdated magazine, obscuring their face. Their feet tap with silent impatience, every few moments they utter a cough or a clearing of the throat and the sound shakes me just a little. I wish I were here for a cold
How I wish.
Serves me right. Serves me right is what my mother would say if she were sober. Shed wag a yellowed finger in front of my eyes and tell me its what I deserve for been so irresponsible. Maybe so. And maybe I would swallow her words then, if it werent for the fact that I wasnt irresponsible.
I was forced.
I shudder. I think the shake must reverberate down the seat because the old man beside me throws me a glance.
Here comes this newfound