Life...Strange
by Old Man with a Pen
Copyright© 2022 by Old Man with a Pen
Waiting room.
She was ensconced behind a large mahogany desk. Her embroidered nametag matched the one on the desk ... Brendan.
“Interesting name.”
“I hear that all the time,” she said.
I instantly fell in love with her voice. A lovely contralto ... nearly a male baritone. I shuddered when she spoke. She noticed.
“That’s an effect I’d never seen before,” she said.
I gave her a closer look, cataloging as I went.
... 5’7” 110 pounds, silky dark brown hair, deep brown eyes that know what you are thinking ... only courtesy kept her from slapping the skin off my face. Her eyes flared open ... she knew what I was thinking.
“Yes,” she said. “I get off at four.”
“Yes ma’am.”
I went to my scheduled appointment, discussed my situation with her father, my doctor.
“I’ll probably marry your daughter,” I said.
“Okay,” he said.
“Okay?”
“Yes.”
“Just like that?”
“Just like that.”
“Hmm.” I said.
“I have been instructed.”
“What?”
“She said, ‘Don’t fuck this up, daddy.’”
Daddy said, “She called before you were in the exam room.”
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