The waiting room

Someone sat and looked ahead with a blank, serious look. Someone had their face turned down in an old magazine. A child sat on the lap of his mother and cried. The mother rocked him and looked into the air with the same empty, serious look. An old man was coughing repeatedly into his arm.

Sun embrace

I put the vertebra in place, one by one. Managed to crawl out of the couch. The evening sun tried to blow itself into the living room. I put my hand up to shadow my face and went into the kitchen.
She stood at the kitchen sink. Holding a plate.

Shadow attack

The evening sun cut through the window. Made some deep shadows along the wall. I laid on the couch and watched the news on the telly. Some bombs exploded somewhere. Some children leaped through dusty streets and screamed.
I heard a pair of heavy footsteps up the stairs. My wife had put our son to bed. She went to the dinner table. The sound of plates, forks and knives which were collected together.