Thursday, July 16, 2015

The Phone Offender

That Marla’s something else . . . .

Ed looked at Edna.

And Raymond is no prize . . . .

Ed surveyed the room. He and Edna seemed to be the only ones put out by the woman’s loud cell phone conversation, which could be heard throughout the otherwise quiet waiting room.

Don’t know what he sees in her . . . .

Edna pinched Ed’s arm—a clear warning for him to behave. Ed remained silent but continued staring down the offender. 

Gotta go. They’re calling my name.

“Hallelujah!” Ed said a little too loudly as the woman left. 

All eyes turned toward Ed, with smiles and nods all around.