Cake Walk

Mary walks. An appointment at the doctor’s? She walks there. It takes 15 minutes. She allows 20. She can’t bear to sit in the waiting room among the coughing and sneezing, having to make conversation or listen in to the conversations of others. “Have you heard about Deirdre O’Malley’s boy Donnachada? Wait till I tell you!” Mary can’t be doing with that. She looks at her watch. She counts the people ahead of her in the room with its notices about heart health and obesity. Calculates that she has at least ten minutes. She walks. Out the door and along … Continue reading Cake Walk