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In the Waiting Room

She sat silently watching everyone around her. Time had blurred. The round face of the clock on the wall before her smiled back at her. Its ticking sound was lost in her reverie. Her focus was on everything that was happening.

There was constant movement in the waiting room. Human traffic was high. There was constant movement. Some walked on crutches. Others used wheelchairs. Those with vision impairment were being assisted to move. Some were carried on gurneys.

Weeping is For A Moment

Today a friend will be burying her mother. This is the second funeral I have not been able to attend in less than a month. My grandmother used to quip that ‘death comes in threes’. I do hope that there will not be another one soon.

These deaths have caused me to reflect very deeply on my experience during the time of my grandmother’s burial.

I Purchase Rotten Food

“Mike! Time to wake up! We are about to leave. Are you coming?” The gentle voices of my travelling companions, pierced through my blissful sleep.

“Hhhhhhmmmmmm, ” I groaned silently to myself. I vaguely became aware of my surroundings. The statements slowly ignited my memory.

“Yes. Give me a few minutes. I think I need to collect my senses.” I forced a smile on my face.

Getting up was a struggle. I had been awake for most of the night. It was not the first night. My mind reeled from the effects of it. My body was numb. Sleep clung to me like wet clothing. Slowly I began to feel exhilarated by the prospects of the upcoming treasure hunt.