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Waiting Room

Written for https://weeklyprompts.wordpress.com/?p=12525&preview=true A different waiting room, to what Molly was used to. The walls were a calming green, the colour of grass, trees, and little buds at the start of summer. No pain, the tubes from her withered hands, were gone. When she was young, her hair was this beautiful – gleaming, soft, withContinue reading “Waiting Room”