I sat in the waiting room of the doctor’s office. One other man was waiting in the room with me.
He finished filling out his form and started to get up to give the form to the lady behind the counter.
His arms began to sag and stretch, like they were latex bags carrying a bunch of heavy bones.
His head drooped down. His chest started to fall over.
Each step he took he looked more and more like a melting cake.
His arms tore off and bones went everywhere.
The doctor stormed into the waiting room and yelled “Get yourself together!” at the man trying to collect his bones.
“For God’s sake! It’s only your future! You’re falling apart about something you can’t even see or touch or smell! Get it together you dumb idiot!” Yelled the doctor at the pile of bones on the floor that fell out of the man sack.
“What did you need?” The doctor said to me.
“My throat is scratchy and I think I need some antibiotics.” I said to the doctor.
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