Gemotions

The fluorescent lights of the hospital hallway seemed to buzz with malice, mirroring the energy crackling through Arthur. He gripped the file tighter, the flimsy paper a weapon in his hand. Inside, his life, his very being, was intertwined with that of Mildred Peterson, a woman he’d never met. Cancer? Arthur was allergic to pollen, for God's sake. The fury simmered, a slow burn that promised to consume everything. He wouldn't just sit here and take it.

He imagined Mildred, oblivious to the havoc being wreaked on his life, enjoying her afternoon tea. Arthur’s phone found Mildred's number. He dialed, letting the call ring. He planned to arrange for her to receive daily phone calls, each filled with progressively disturbing medical information. He smiled tightly. Let her stew in the knowledge of a misdiagnosis, a false shadow cast over her future.