“Would you like a complimentary blueberry scone, sir?” An overweightemployee of B&B Coffee floated next to Roger. Her folds of fat draped overthe contraption that aided her mobility.“No, thank you.” Roger said, taking a sip of coffee. The woman scooted away to the next person she saw. Roger sat in thecourt across from the boarding gates. His thoughts were blank, his onlyreactions being bodily decisions of when to take the next sip of coffee.“Attention. Attention.” An electronic voice on the overhead speakers spoke.“Flight 2631 to Amsterdam has been delayed due to snow storms. Anotherflight is being re-scheduled. Please... Attention, Flight 2631 to Amsterdamhas been delayed due to snow storms...”Roger stood up from his chair. He threw his coffee into the garbagecan and walked closer to the boarding gates for flight 2631. A video screendisplayed the cockpit of flight 2631, the pilot glanced at the camera throughhis speech, “Sorry about this folks, it’s getting very hairy out here. We didnot expect this weather so soon, actually, so we are going to take theprecaution of laying low. We will keep you informed on our progress.” The crowd dispersed from the video screen; some people sat down andwaited, while others called the airline to complain. Roger walked back to thecourt and sat down in the same chair. The obese woman appeared again,“Excuse me, sir, would you like a complimentary blueberry scone?”“I’m not hungry, thank you.”Roger began thinking about when the symptoms of his cancer wouldbecome visible. For a moment he wondered if he should have taken thedoctor’s advice, and gone in for treatment.
You’d think by now they would have found a cure for cancer. I’m terminal, and if I tell no one about my sickness, I can die in peace. That is unless the doctor submitted my information to the Communation Board of Health.
“On the chance that the doctor did submit the information, I have cause forworry. On the other hand, if he did not submit the information, I can forgetabout my visit and move forward.”
Even if the doctor did submit the information to the board of health, do youknow how long it takes for that information to get processed? Months.
Roger scratched his ankle through his sock, but it still itched. Hepulled down his sock, and scratched the skin above the bone. Roger keptscratching, soon he used both hands to scratch either side of his left leg.A tourist group filed through the court. They were loud, and madetheir presence felt with radiant talk of sun, water, sand, air. Roger’s eyes