the appointment

My body is healed, my spirit is mended. In the waiting room, at the appointment, there are five framed photographs hanging on the wall. Four are bright and colorful. Farms, a field, a tropical waterfall. Each spilling azure skies and multi-hued shocks of green into the white room. None of these capture my interest, really. The fifth one does. A black and white photo of a suburban city block. Buildings linking one side of the sidewalk. Neatly...

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