mmc 3: the waiting room
I saw you reading a magazine, your sleeves rolled up, waiting for the allergy shots to take, or whatever it is that they do. You wore black, your hair held off your face with sunglasses, cross visible when I looked too far down your top. You almost scowled at your reading, as is your fashion, even for glossy girl mags. Your skirt came just below the knee. I wanted to lift it, expose those legs of yours, and touch that bottom. Allergy jabs in the arm are tosh, as I’ve always said. A girl Casey’s age ought to have them in her bottom, and when it was time to have it looked at, the nurse would lift her skirt right there in the waiting room, and only return her knickers when everything was clear.
I saw you waiting at that Japanese massage place. Is that spot in your lower back still putting off enough heat to fry an egg? Oh, I know, you’re not tense; you’ve been carrying a heavy bag. 
Those girls can walk on your back all day long, but we both know something different is required to correct the holding in.
I saw you in the waiting room on that day you want to forget, waiting for that tosser of a social worker to stop diddling you about. I saw you even then. I see you even now. Don’t worry, Sweetheart, really…truly… Has anyone ever mentioned that you have the most beautiful nose?
This one unsettled me, a lot. It just happened. I’m not sure what else to say…
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July 22nd, 2009 at 2:12 am
I don’t know what to say about this one, Casey, except that it’s well done and quite poignant. I feel that too much commenting and analyzing would break the spell this piece has woven.
July 26th, 2009 at 9:36 pm
Hey, Casey, I had a question about this challenge, which I would like to try (may try your other challenges, too). Should we actually try to pick out a person we encounter during the day and write some fantasy about them? I rarely find myself thinking that someone I encountered on my travels is someone I’d like to get to know … although, i guess it has happened that I’ve had a random conversation with someone I’ll likely never see again, and walked away thinking he or she was pretty cool.
cdm Reply:
July 26th, 2009 at 10:35 pm
It’s entirely up to you. One of mine was based on a real encounter, and two were made up. We’ll never know for sure. I hope you do come write, yay!