Tuesday, August 5, 2008


Sitting in the clinic today, I'm staring out a glass wall and down into the cafeteria. Inviting smells of coffee roll through the air from the coffee shop also nearby. I can't concentrate on my book. I'm glancing at the clock over and over. Fifteen hours have passed without a drop to drink or a morsel of food. Soon the test (and therefore my fast) will be complete.

I look up at a lady crossing the lobby. She returns an unpleasant look. "Don't look at me like that," she seems to be thinking, seeing the alluring gaze on my face. Oh, I'm looking. That vivacious, curvy sandwich, that hot cup of coffee in your hands. Yeah, I can't stop the stare.

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