Reader's Report
Extract - Chapter 15
Billy desperately scanned the vacant faces that were uniformly laid out before him, to ascertain the source of the mockery that had ridiculed him seconds before in his time of need.
The open stares that met him with their greetings of morbidity and fear exaggerated the anxiety that had already taken its hold within.
He looked carefully into the gazes of desperation that met him from the rows of seated sickness and dismay waiting eagerly for their final verdict.
The cancer patient, he saw no hope for as she waited patiently with only death in her eyes.
The poor man with constant indigestion would be surprised with his own death later that day whilst walking wearily to the pharmacy to collect the medication prescribed to ease the flatulent induced pains that he suffered; the doctor would miss out on his diagnosis that he had examined a dying heart.
The teenage girl that sat quietly ushering her own muted giggles as she eagerly read the latest gossip from the glossy magazine resting upon her lap.
The once-proud mother beside her now sat solemn faced, embarrassed for anyone to know the reasons behind their visit to the medical centre.
Death itself would be the unborn child’s name as the stroke of a pen would condemn the growing foetus to the death penalty, never to know life.
Billy only saw the misery and pain that was to fall on those around him as he looked deeply into the eyes of failed hope and despair.
The open stares that met him with their greetings of morbidity and fear exaggerated the anxiety that had already taken its hold within.
He looked carefully into the gazes of desperation that met him from the rows of seated sickness and dismay waiting eagerly for their final verdict.
The cancer patient, he saw no hope for as she waited patiently with only death in her eyes.
The poor man with constant indigestion would be surprised with his own death later that day whilst walking wearily to the pharmacy to collect the medication prescribed to ease the flatulent induced pains that he suffered; the doctor would miss out on his diagnosis that he had examined a dying heart.
The teenage girl that sat quietly ushering her own muted giggles as she eagerly read the latest gossip from the glossy magazine resting upon her lap.
The once-proud mother beside her now sat solemn faced, embarrassed for anyone to know the reasons behind their visit to the medical centre.
Death itself would be the unborn child’s name as the stroke of a pen would condemn the growing foetus to the death penalty, never to know life.
Billy only saw the misery and pain that was to fall on those around him as he looked deeply into the eyes of failed hope and despair.
