2013 NaNoWriMo Excerpt #9
This was how they remembered it: The hospital was big and merciless. The sliding glass doors did not open with a vertical gap in the middle like most doors, but rather irised open like a mouth. The place was more sterile than an airport, and the people sitting in the waiting room were more like cut-outs than anything else; if you looked at them directly you would see them for their lack of depth, but Janelle had made sure to not look at them. A well-meaning doctor had said hello to them, opened another mouth in the building to get to the lift, and held it open with a strange and oversized speculum. “Come in. We will see your dead son now.”
Great visuals for me on this, really captured the atmosphere and details of hospitals.
I’m glad you liked it. :) Chronologically in the story it comes before yesterday’s but I didn’t write it until today, so.