The exercise:
Write a bit about: gravity.
It's a lovely, end of summer kind of day out. Makes for a good day of resting.
Mine:
The halls of the hospital were full of patients with tight, worry worn faces and staff lacking sleep and time to deal with any of them. The clocks on the wall were unanimous in their declaration that it was much, much too late in the day for any sane human to be awake.
And yet, as Dr. Timothy Hathaway sat in his tightly packed office, he could undeniably hear laughter emanating from the room next door. Less than a minute passed before he could stand the distraction no more, lurching to his feet with a menacing growl.
"What is going on in here?" he demanded from the doorway, somehow managing to look at everyone in the room at once.
"Hey doc," the man in the green hospital gown replied with a cheerful wave. "We were just having a drink before I have to go in for my operation in the morning. Care to join us?"
"You're aware, I'm sure, that you shouldn't be drinking anything at all this close to a procedure, much less alcohol?"
"Lighten up, doc," one of the patient's inebriated friends said from from across the room where he was slumped against the wall. "We all know Barry here ain't gonna make it no matter how smashed he is when he goes into the operating room. What's the harm in enjoying our last hours together?"
"Is that... is that a joint you're smoking? I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to leave the grounds immediately."
"Only after Barry gets a hit," the man replied. "I figure if we can take him a bit higher, Death won't mind carrying him the rest of the way to heaven, ya know?"
"I think you people are not aware of the gra-"
"Doc," Barry cut in as he accepted the joint from his pal, "we know exactly what's going on. So why don't you go back to your work and leave us to have our fun. We'll try to keep it down, but honestly? This building could use a bit of life and laughter injected into its soul. I'll see you in a few hours for my final examination."
