A Short Story : A Story?

"Now, where will I find that next page?" you wondered. The loud chatter made it very difficult for you to concentrate.

Sojourner Truth was enslaved for 28 years of her life. Even though she could not read or write, she was an excellent public speaker. In her speech ‘Ain’t I a Woman,’ Sojourner Truth’s strong-willed and courageous character is revealed through her examples in the speech. Truth’s examples of how she has done a lot of hard work and how she and other women could work just as well as men reveal her strong-willed character.

Standing behind the receptionist desk I met Mary, she was talking to the receptionist. I expected a thin tall middle age lady with short hair cover in hair spray. Instead she was short and stout; also she had small beaming eyes with round bubbly cheeks. Her dark brown hair, pull back in a bun, complemented her pale skin. Mary was wearing a pair of brown scrubs with blue lining and white sneakers. She had the appearance of a health professional.

While the man before her speaks, she examines her surroundings, perplexed by her situation. She tries to digest what the Doctor before her is saying, but due to her confusion, she can only comprehend fragments.

“Ms. Aline, we have some bad news,” said the older man in the suit. The somber look on his dark-mustached face reminded me of an ER doc who’d had to do this routine too many times to lose much sleep over it.

She walked all the way to the end of the hall passing dozens of rooms before stopping at the last door on the right. Olivia stopped, then turned to face me before she said, "Your duty while volunteering here is going to be patient consultant. And I'm assigning you to Mr. Mackenire." Patient consultant? What the heck does that mean? I must have looked as clueless as I felt in my mind, however Olivia didn't seem to notice.

“Your answer to my question was remarkably exquisite, it showed me you 're passionate about what you do.” He handed me the lab coat, “So, I would like to be the first to welcome you to Amelia South Hospital’s surgical team. I paged one of the best residents we have to show you around, he’s a pediatric surgeon.” Just then a charmingly pale man walked in, his hair blonde with wavy locks flowing in one fluent motion framing his gorgeous bone structure.

“Eric Rodriguez? Doctor Gray is ready to see you,” a petite woman shouted. The assistant was dressed in fresh Tory Burch flats, so new her rubber soles were tracing black skids, leaving residue on the freshly polished floors of the doctor’s linoleum. All black scrubs, buttons popping at the seams, her effortless grin wrinkled her cheeks and forehead in excitement. She lead me down a dark hallway lit from the dim opening of a white room at the end of the hall. The door clanked and hinged until it was overhead, sending echoes throughout the office. The pungent smell of disinfectant and rubber gloves grew prominent immediately after the door latched. I smiled. Carefully scurrying through the door, I reached the step on the bed. Lying rather uncomfortably on the examination table while shielding my eyes from the tremendous glare that reflected off the fluorescent lights, I fidgeted nervously, my hand tremor heightened by my level of anxiety, desperately trying to ignore the gloominess of the situation. My heart beat a little faster as I sat there for a moment and took the whole scene in. I attempted to stay focused on staying warm in the

After about 2 hours, Susan entered his office with a tender knock. Startled, Calvin jumps up. “Yes?!” he asks. “Doctor, the patient would like to speak to you,”

James smiled, his dark face lighting up under his heavy glasses. “That’s alright, it was me who asked, after all.”

“Uh, yeah! Sure!” When I knew I was l alone I ran all over town looking for the source of the snow. I finally found it at an abandoned warehouse just outside of town. I waited a couple of seconds before saying something but before I could, someone spoke.

You’re in good hands.” The doctor began, “let me catch you up on what's going on here.”

The only other visitor that Mrs Charlton knew would call would be the doctor. “Oh where was he?” she thought, as she looked at the clock one more time. “Not time yet” she said out loud. He normally came by around lunch time, after his morning surgery. and it was still only mid-morning.

“My, my, my,” She began, a sly smile creeping onto her face. “I didn’t think I’d ever see you here again.”

As a kid, Davey never understood why he always got in trouble for the words scrawled in beautiful cursive on his wrist.