The Wait

A further contribution to the 99 word collection. This one was inspired by a place we would all like to avoid I’m sure ?


The monitors and gauges sat bleeping and flashing in some uncoordinated operetta of care, but it didn’t entertain during the wait. Although the procedure was minor and as they say, routine, the waiting like the thought was proving more difficult.

The clinical smells and the shiny surfaces offered only cold comfort, even well-meant heat pouring from squared ducts was lost in its irritating draft.

“Are we ready?”

The smile in a neat blue uniform failed to pacify the butterflies.

Lying down, hypnotic ceiling lights distracted until with thump of bed against door the reality snapped back.

Wait over.

Hospital Lights