I am taking part in the Slice of Life Story Challenge with Two Writing Teachers. For this challenge I will be attempting to write a "Slice of Life" post each day in the month of March and each Tuesday after that.
Last night I had the opportunity to sit in an emergency room for a few hours (no worries--the friend is doing well). The late-night shift was on duty, and they were a sassy crowd. I settled my head onto my arms and listened to the "word cloud" of their conversations. With the curtain drawn, I had few faces to match with the voices, and my imagination filled in what was missing.
I listened to their voices, their whispers, their conversations as they moved from social chats to patient conversations. I heard caring in some and duty in others. I heard everything from sassy gossip to tentative flirting to supportive conversation among them. I could tell who was new to the shift and who had been together in those late hours before.
Those hard-working folks became a TV show in my mind through the words I could hear. They took on characters that may or may not have looked anything like them with imagined lives most likely far from the real thing.
I felt like thanking them as I left in the tiny hours of the night--my friend tucked in and safe under their care. I smiled at them widely as I walked out, but I quickly realized I wasn't in their mental TV show that day--I was just the lady sitting in the chair in room D2 with her head down.