Caricamento in corso...

Number 12

Bored observations...

Casually well kept, sitting beside me.
Ipad implanted via ear buds entertaining her brain with nothing less than the world at her modestly manicured finger tips. I’m sure its something enriching vibrating into her ears. No nonsense. We sit waiting for our numbers to be called. She keeps her weight just above anorexic, brought lotion in an appropriately sized purse matching her outfit. Shes got her shit together. I’m convinced she has always been upstanding, valuable. Hair curled and simply parted, shiny clean, sensible flats and a fitted blouse. She needs nothing and is oblivious to anyone around her, self reliant and well cared for by someone. Shes got her shit together. I’m convinced her life is beautiful. She left an upscale home immaculately decorated to come here and wait on an unworthy hospital chair, who knows why. Her husband treats her like a queen because she feels she is. She brought mints and a protein bar she quietly opens, shes got her shit together.

Altre opere di Ella...



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