The Emergency Room
The emergency room was packed with poverty-stricken people. Those too weak to sit were lying across the benches. A child was playing carelessly on the floor. The musty smell in the air was choking me. A woman climbed through the burglar bars to get into the hospital room, hoping to be helped faster. Coughing and loud whispers echoed through the waiting room. Hours ticked by. I looked up. I saw you. You were different – wearing the latest fashion,, reading a magazine. You pulled a cherry red lollipop from your mouth. “Why are you here? Who are you?” I wondered.