Today’s prompt: He was older than she’d thought he would be.
Krista glanced at her phone. 2:36. She’d been waiting almost an hour. The secretary behind the window chatted on the phone. Leave it to Beaver in black and white played on the television.
Krista crossed her leg. Swung it back and forth. Uncrossed it and crossed the other leg.
She was about to leave when the doctor opened the door. He was older than she’d thought he would be. Grandfatherly, in fact.
“Sorry to keep you waiting.” His glasses perched low on his nose. “Come in.”
She needed the meds. Badly. Already her hands were shaking. Will he believe me?
What did the others write?