Waiting Game
“I hate this waiting,” grumbled Rob.
In childhood years he waited countless hours for his mother’s homemade cookies. He sprung leaks in pj’s waiting for a sister to leave their one and only bathroom. College dates made him wait outside their apartments. He didn’t know why but when they emerged they looked gorgeous.
Now this. Physical distancing to get necessities. Because of a virus.
Rob’s phone rang.
“I’m still waiting in a lineup for the pharmacy,” said his wife. “At least a dozen shoppers before me.”
Rob stepped inside the grocery store smiling, relegating another ‘wait’ time to the past.
From Guest Contributor Krystyna Fedosejevs
Krystyna is a writer of poetry, fiction, and creative nonfiction. She resides in Edmonton, Canada with her husband, stuffed animals and many friends.
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