poetry, Short Fiction, short story

Elation

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Chalia’s arms itched relentlessly, as she stood in the long, slow moving line, at least six feet apart from the man in front of her, watching his sweat drenched shirt grow wetter and wetter, Chalia sighed, wondering if her own sweat glands were causing a stench for others in the line.

Reaching back to scratch her upper back, Chalia gracefully turned her nose to check herself for any possible unwanted odor, all she could smell was roses and vanilla, the scent she applied after her cool morning shower, resting in assurance that she passed the test, she relaxed and crossed her arms, shifting her feet and waiting.

It won’t be much longer, she thought as she edged her way closer to the door, I will soon be in the arms of the one I love and we will be together forevermore, and with these thoughts a slight smile graced her face and her eyes moistened with tears of joy.

“What’s that you have in your hand?” Looking down, she wondered what the stranger behind her was referring to when, she realized that it was the mask she held onto for  a brief, cooling moment before putting it back on; “That’s supposed to stay on your face, missy,” chided the stranger.

Shifting her feet in the line and approaching the door, Chalia had a thought of saying something back to the stranger, when she realized that it may be best to leave well enough alone, before meeting her beloved at the hospital to take him home, nothing would get in the way of her elation.

Taking no chances

she walked carefully

following the rules

letting her have time

to cherish the moments

for who knew how long

letting elation become

the most important part

of her life forevermore

…..

This is in response to the Living Poetry prompt and the Six Sentence Story prompt.

short story

Scrubs

adult doctor girl healthcare
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An Acrostic

Signing on for yet another long shift.
Caring for the beating hearts and bruised souls.
Reassuring patients and their loving supporters.
Utilizing every resource for excellent care.
Bearing burdens when tears fall.
Staying diligent to care for the needs of others.

…..
Grateful for all those who put on their scrubs and take care of others. Such devotion is to be honored and I hope I did some justice with this Six Sentence Story with Denise consistently scrubs up yet another wonderful word prompt of SCRUB – As I often do, I decided to do mine as an acrostic.
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