Five Minute Stories, Entry 6


Admittedly, he knew more than he was saying, but he saw no point in telling her now.
She was going on about something. Her voice was small, only rising occasionally here and there. It didn’t matter what it was about, it was how she was telling it. That was his gauge, how he got a true read on how she was actually doing.

The file lay open on his legs, perched at an angle that kept it hidden from her view. Inside the left cover were small scratched out notes and several drawings of cats. It was how he kept his mind clear when he met with her. Always best to try and remain focused. On the right side, the test results.

She had paused and was waiting for his reaction.
“Fine, the results came back fine.”

Their time was up.

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