A Tall wooden white door then opened. There was a young man standing there wearing the perfect pearl white coat of a new doctor who was still excited about the idea of having Dr. at the beginning of his name. He had clear skin and smelled like he’d put on a new scent every time that he’d think that no one was looking. He placed a single hand on the back of a significantly older man with wrinkles all across his face and hands. The old man was wearing an old suit that was as clean as the day it had been bought, and was holding a cap in his hands while he profusely gave his thanks to the doctor for everything he‘d done. The young doctor led him to the door. “Haha well alright now Mr. Hyle, just wait in that room with your wife for a couple minutes and I’ll have someone come get you when the tests are done.” Mr. Hyle Stood facing the door with his cap still in hand with a slight frown on his aged face at what the doctor had told him while he was being checked out. He then forced a smileupon his face and slowly walked towards his wife who was sitting on one of those annoying plastic chairs and reading one of those outdated magazines which waiting rooms so generously provide. Mr. Hyle was a pretty average old man. A few hip problems but nothing else (at least as far as he was going to mention to anyone.) He wasn’t alone in the world as he had his wife who he’d been with since the young age of 17 and a son who they saw twice a year, once at Christmas the other at their grandsons birthday. He always wore a suit and kept all of them immaculate so that his wife wouldn’t get angry at him. In short, Mr. Hyle was normal, no scars, a little bit of a belly but nothing was spectacular about him. He sat down beside his wife, and placed his cap on the empty seat beside him to keep it safe from being crinkled too much in his grasp. He then asked… “What are you reading dear?” “Nothing that you’d be interested in” came a short sharp reply. “Oh…ok….I’d still like to kn..” “Did they tell you what was wrong with you?” interrupted the wife “Eh no but they said….” “Did they tell you how long they’d be?” spitted the wife “Err…no.” The wife then stuck her head deep into the pages of the magazine and began mumbling to herself incomprehensibly. After a quick look around the old man decided that there was most certainly no one else in the room so he got up to have a small stroll around it. He walked by all the empty chairs of all sorts of wonderful colours such as brown…and black, and looked at all of the health poster that told him how to brush his teeth, check for lice or put a condom on. There was one with the images of a naked woman and man which after he realised he was staring at he quickly averted his gaze from and walked past. He got to the window. The sun was shining through it quite heavily and the old man tried to take in a breath of fresh air. After some seconds the old man remembered he was inside and he instantly stopped. He tilted his head down and noticed that there was dust on the windowsill. He placed one finger on the dust and wiped some off. He turned around to his wife. “Dear, look at this! There’s dust in this waiting room! You know what that means? Right?” “mmmmmmm” was the only reply he got. “ Why dust is merely the dead skin cells that fall off our bodies and that means that there were people before us that were waiting in this room! Imagine that. Imagine all the people and illnesses that have walked up and down this room like we are now and how many of those lived and died. I would like to know all their stories. It’s quite something don‘t you agree dear?” “It makes me sick.” was all his wife had to say. “Haha yes, yes quite so my dear, quite so.” he chuckled softly to himself, but no more noise came from his wife’s direction. The old man took out a handkerchief from his breast pocket and began to wipe his hands clean of the dust while reciting the line ‘ashes to ashes dust to dust’ and walking over to the seat beside his wife again so that he could once again be with her. After twiddling his thumbs for a few seconds the old man took out the watch his father gave him. It was pretty old at that stage heck as far as he could remember it looked ancient even when his father used it, but it still was always on time (that was assuming you didn’t mind always being a few minutes off.) The old man looked the watch up and down confirming the time over and over again in his head until he finally consulted his wife on the grave matter at hand. “Oh my dear look at this!” “What?” came the wife’s reply without moving her head once from the magazine “Why it’s starting to get very late. I do hope they hurry up.” “Is it?” The wife let an eye slip from the clutches of the torn magazine to sneak a peak at the watch. “Oh, don’t be silly it’s only 4 there’s lots of time yet before dinner.” said she “I guess” said the old man with a sigh of disappointment. “But you see dear.. I’ve made plans for us tonight and if they don’t hurry up with the results then we may be late for dinner!” The wife brought the magazine down for the first time since the old man had walked into the room. She was old but still had the image youth about her. She’d aged quite well and her hair was still a dark brown. She had few wrinkles but enough to know that she had them and wasn’t young anymore. She wore very fashionable clothing with a personal old lady’s touch of course. “What?” asked the wife in an angered voice. “Why have you made plans Gill? You never make plans. Why tonight?” “Well see dear, I know it’s not our anniversary but it is the anniversary of the day we first met!” exclaimed the husband with a big grin on his cheeks! “Oh great.” replied the wife sarcastically. “Oh well I just thought it’d be a nice thing to do dear…we don’t have to do it if you don’t want to.” A couple of moments passed as the husband looked at his wife and she turned her head away from him and pointed it to the sky. “You know” she began, “I remember the night we first met. It was the night of the big party at my friend stacy’s house. Hehe I remember she’d been planning it for months. I came over early to help her set up the place you know pour some drinks sneak some marijuana into the brownies. And then all the guys came. And oh my there were a lot of them. Lots of handsome ones too. Anyway a couple drinks later I spotted this one guy, oh my how dazzling he was. Like a king among kings, a god among gods. I wanted to ask him to dance with me but I was afraid I’d be much too out of his league. I decided I wanted to kiss him at the very least though. So I hatched a devious plan. And told my friend Amanda to turn the lights off in the room when I gave her the single. I danced my way across the room and when I was close to the boy I sent Amanda the signal. The lights went out and…” “THAT’S WHEN YOU KISSED ME” shouted the husband with such a smile that would challenge the very smile of Pollyanna. “Yes…unfortunately.” murmured the woman while rolling her eyes back to her magazine. The old man sat there for a short while with a confused look in his eyes. “Unfortunately?” he asked “No never mind a slip of the tongue.” she replied. “No go on do tell.” The husband insisted. The wife brought the magazine down again. An turned to her husband and quietly began… “Alright then, Who‘d have guessed that that once dashing young man I kissed would turn into…into you!” The husband sat there in silence thinking over what his wife was saying to him. After a moments thought he asked his loving wife another question. “What do you mean?” “Oh come on now Gill you know as well as I do that you‘re nothing like you used to be. You let yourself go after you retired and look at where you’re at now! In a hospital praying that there isn‘t anything ELSE wrong with you. I could have been with someone else, someone who‘d end up famous or something, someone who’d make a difference in this world…but instead I ended up with you, all because I fancied you that one night…but I‘m being mean aren‘t I? It’s to be expected that I start getting bored of you after how many years we‘ve been together. A good healthy relationship in the wild would only really last about 20 years and look how long we‘ve be ‘one’. Ah but sure don‘t take heed of what I‘m saying I‘m sure you‘re starting to get bored of me too aren‘t you? I can‘t be that interesting after all. I‘m only one woman in the end.” The wife returned to her magazine and the husband could do nothing but stare at the front page of the magazine she was reading. He was trying to process everything his beloved wife had just told him. ‘Boring?’ was the relationship really getting boring? He was having fun still or at least he thought it was. ‘Whatever was she talking about?’ he kept repeating in his head. Did she not love him anymore? Was that what she was trying to say? Or was she just making conversation and all those words were in fact meaningless. Oh how handy it would be if that were true. In the end though after as much thought as the old man’s brain could handle, he simply sat back in his chair. He closed his eyes for a moment and listened to the sound of his wife turning the pages of the magazine. He took out a coin from his pocket and started playing with it in his hand. Rolling it over his fingers, flipping it every once in awhile, heads tails, heads, tails, tails etc. He then stood up and went over to the white door. He knocked once. “Yes?” came a voice through the door. “How much longer will it be? If you don’t mind me asking.” asked Mr. Hyle. “Oh not that much longer I should have someone out there in a short while to talk to you about the test results.” came the voice again. “Thank you very much.” said Mr. Hyle. He then waited at the door for a confirmation that his thank you had been appreciated. Nothing but silence came from the door. The old man shrugged his shoulders and started to go over to the table where all the magazines were. He leafed through them. Nothing but pointless trash, nothing of higher quality, only tabloids about who had slept with whom. ‘ Where are newspapers? The novels?’ he thought to himself. ‘Is this what the world is coming to? One big article for anyone to read?…Oh well at least I won’t have to suffer too many more years of this kind of thing.’ He then found his way back to the window. He placed both his hands on the windowsill not caring too much if his hands got dusty. He looked out again at the sun. Time had passed and the sun was already visibly lower since his last visit to the window. He saw a few children playing with a ball in the far corner of his sight and he gave them a silent cheer. He then saw a cat looking up a tree trying to spot a bird which s\he could catch and he chuckled at the foolish animal that sought to catch something that could easily fly away from him. Then he saw a young couple sitting in each others arms quietly on a bench. He couldn‘t make out much about them except that one had darker hair and the other very fair hair…he wished them a silent good luck. Then putting his arms around his back and clutching one sleeve with one hand and leaving the other loose he walked once more to where his wife sat and plonked himself on the chair beside her once more. He began to speak to his wife again. “I still love you dear you do know that right?.” “Pardon me, what?” said the wife. “ Since the first time I laid my 2 eyes on you till this very moment, you have been the only person I’ve loved.” He smiled at his wife. “Oh don‘t be such a fool Gill.” The wife said to the husband. “ I thought I told you to not take heed of what I just said. Of course I love you too, I did marry you after all, that doesn’t mean nothing you know.” “ But then…what was that speech all about just a minute ago!?” exclaimed the husband. “ Calm down calm down! I just meant that our relationship is no longer interesting. We know everything there is to know about each other and we’ve done pretty much everything there is to do right?” The husband thought for a moment then slowly nodded his old head in agreement. “Well then, we’re bored of each other in other words aren‘t we? But that doesn’t stop the UNFORTUNATE yet magical force of love keeping us together now does it? So don‘t be worrying about such things. I thought you‘d have had this all figured out by now. You‘re even stupider in your old age than you were when I first met you.” The wife said with a smile and a giggle. “Now” she began again. “Tell me about these plans you have made for us alright?” “Eh well ok.” The husband said still trying to figure out exactly what his wife had just told him. “ Well we’re going to Timmel’s” “TIMMEL’S! AGAIN!? By god you’d think you wanted to live in that place, you should get some money together and buy the place off that poor old Mr. Timmel. I’m sure he’d love to be rid of that trash-can excuse for a building.” “Ah now dear you know just as well as I do that the place would go out of business as soon as I became the manager of that place. I’D EAT ALL FOOD AND LEAVE ALL THE CUSTOMERS STARVING!” the husband and wife shared a small laugh. The Tall wooden White door then opened. “The tests are done and the results are in Mr. Hyle!” The End
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