Disappointments

by solaris2001

The doctor clicked the mouse sporadically, awkwardly navigating the new software. He’d missed the training while on vacation in Cancun with Mrs. Fisher last week. The weathered skin on his hands still retained a deep, solid bronze from the sun and salty air, a contrast to his gray lab coat that caught the attention of the scared young man opposite the outdated metal desk. The young man nervously turned a tarnished gold band around his boney finger and leaned forward, trying not to succumb to the sleep that came so uneasily at night. Without feeling, the doctor sighed, “I’m sorry.”

Advertisements