marijorma
I sat in the office playing solitaire on my iPad, waiting for the administrator to come in and discuss whatever problem the company was having now. I was finishing the set of hearts when he came in with an unimpressed look on his face.
There were only three people left in the waiting room at the hospital. I took a deep breath and waited for the doctor to come out an tell me the results of my daughter's tests.
I felt a sense of accomplishment as I stared at my art studio, light shone in trough the four skylights. Canvas and frames of abstract art hung on the white textured walls.
The zebra ran through the savanna, I saw a lion running not too far from behind. We sat in the safari vehicle, with our binoculars to our eyes, open with interest and anticipation; the zebra might actually get away.
I felt disgusting in the courtroom. I was being sued. There wasn't a patent on the bottle of chemicals that had cured the disease. I invented it, but someone else is taking the claim. I had no proof I made it, because he helped me... We'd worked on it in a secret lab, only for us, no one else. It was romantic in some ways, if only I'd known I was to be betrayed. If I'd known then what I know now...well, I would've stopped him when I had the chance.