Installment 9 — The Reader

Posted: April 17, 2012 in The Reader
  This is the ninth installment of a story that will unravel slowly. Check back to find out what happens as the tale unfolds. Updates will be posted on Twitter and Facebook.

“Ms. Walker, please hold on for Doctor Goldstein.” A woman’s overly sweet voice said.

It’s Mrs. Walker to you.  “Could you…could you tell the Doctor…”

Emma tried to untangle her words, but the sweet voiced woman was already connecting her.

“Hello Emma, how are we doing today?” The doctor said, in what Emma perceived as a condescending tone.

In her opinion he sounded too much like Cary Grant to ever take him seriously. Emma, Emma, Emma, how are we doing today? she imagined him saying.

        “Fine doctor; a little early to be calling don’t you think? I might have been sleeping.” Emma’s voice sounded old to her today and she wondered if she was coming down with something.

“At 10 a.m.? Not particularly.” The doctor said.

Emma shot her eyes toward the clock, which read two minutes after 10. She was confused for a moment until she figured she must have dozed back to sleep. After all, the storm probably kept her from having a good night’s rest.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t realize what time it was,” Emma said.

The doctor took in a deep breath as if collecting his thoughts. “Are you still having black outs?” he said, not wanting to beat around the bush. “It’s very important that you continue to take the medicine I prescribed.”


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