The Waiting
The corridor was filled with people, seemed like hundreds of them. They were whispering and signing to each other, afraid of their own voices. Afraid of the truth.
‘Don’t cry…’ A man said to a sobbing woman.
She mumbled something, words lost and found in tears.
‘Be strong,’ the man tried to console her, ‘this is the truth, this is reality, this is life,’ he said, eyes filled with tears.
“We are really sorry for this…,’ said a man, waving his arms around the air.
‘What happened?’ I asked.
‘Um,’ he was reluctant for a while, ‘ well,’ he said, ’we did everything that was needed to be done. Nothing worked. So, we are are just waiting now, waiting for our old guy to you-know-what…’
‘What?’ I asked and immediately felt like a fool.
