Sarah O'Grady
Stories (17/0)
The Elevator Eye
‘Oh, sorry!’ I awkwardly mouth to the middle-aged lady doing her knitting. I had just slapped my book down on the chair next to me for what must have been the fifth time since coming here to A&E. As I glance around the room, I’m reminded of why I don’t love hospital waiting rooms. The depressing blank white walls that surround the large group of sniffly, doubled over in pain, elderly, crying toddler motley crew. The continuous beeping of who knows which machine is the curious choice of background music which creates a lovely ambiance of fear and annoyance among us all. Regarding my book, I usually find murders quite interesting. Reading between the lines on every page of the novel. Trying to decipher the mystery before the book does it for me. Thrilling. But in A&E? Not so much. The knowledge that everyone in the room is undoubtedly doing the elevator look on you; when you look someone top to bottom and then bottom to top, to try and decipher your so-called ailment.
By Sarah O'Gradyabout a year ago in Fiction