This is a drabble written about learning my wife has breast cancer. The seconds ticked ominously slow, the minute hand inching forward at a snail's pace as I waited, thumbing through a magazine the fourth time through.
I'd seen the receptionist three times, assured my wife was fine; things were just taking a bit longer than usual, asking, "Would you like something to drink, another cup of coffee?"
"No thank you just worried."
"Everything will be fine."
I heard the door, looked at my wife's face and knew, my eyes welling up as a sob escaped my lips.
No one spoke, her face told all, the woman I love has breast cancer.
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