I fell through the door a little uncoordinated.
There was a lady in a black uniform with a clipboard,
“Mr Walton If you are here to see the Custodian you will have to wait.”
“Please sit here and you will be called soon.”
I was directed to a hard wooden bench where others were seated.
There was an old clock on the wall but it wasn’t moving.
There was no way of knowing the time.
I thought I would sing songs in my head to pass the time.
“Oh don’t leave me Geraldine” was my favourite and
it repeated in my mind.
Time melted by like molasses in the sun.
I notice that people were called in a random fashion.
A beautiful blonde haired girl in a red bikini came in the door.
She was taken straight to the counter and allowed to
go and see the custodian straight away without waiting.
I felt so cheated. It was so unfair.
I was waiting for such a long time.
As the Sun disappeared I felt nervous about sitting in the dark.
I screamed out .”How long do I have to wait?”
There was an awkward silence and the lady in black came
over to me and spoke softly.
“Mr Walton the Custodian will see you when he is ready.”
With that she handed me a long handled carving knife.
On the bench next to me was a girl with multiple sclerosis
who said.” Hi cutie”.
At least I think that’s what she said.
I ignored her and a siren went off.
All out now the Custodian will not see anyone else today.
It was pitch black when I walked outside.
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It was quite suddenly that it hit me. One of many views presented itself, the Custodian had a hood and scythe in hand; not my choice, but. Just leapt at me last moment there 🙏🏻🕊️
That is a great interpretation. Thanks for your insight always welcome
You’re most welcome 🙏🏻🕊
I get a sense of waiting in the devils waiting room, one to make you have a ponder, enjoyed the read
Good interpretation mi amigo.Thank you so much
You are very welcome
Indeed I have been there I think both in person and on the phone. It is the lack of respect that I hate the worst. A great write that most can identify with.
Yes you are right.Thanks for commenting
Very dreamlike, and also reminds me of a dentist visit I once had... 😉
Thank you so much for commenting
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