Impatient

by solaris2001

Her fingertips rolled rhythmically on the chipped pressboard desk, clicking the Refresh icon every few seconds as her eyes struggled to maintain focus on the glowing screen in the oppressively arid air crammed from the radiator into every corner and crevice of the old office. Winter was finally coming to a prolonged and agonizing end as the trickle of melting snow echoed from the storm drains outside, adding a petulant bladder to the myriad irritations stretching every second into a breath held in anticipation unto perpetuity. A final click confirmed a new message from her doctor’s laboratory to her inbox.

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