Third person post. Write about a memory you have but describe it using the third person. Use as many sensory images (sights, sounds, textures, etc) as you can. Don’t use “I” or “me” unless you include dialogue.
The smell of disinfectant would stay in her nostrils all day. Her appointment was at 9:15 am, but she was still waiting in the chilly examining room at 10:05. She leaned forward so that the cold metal folding chair would not touch her back through the gown opening. As she listened to the second hand tick, she craned her neck to glance at the strange lines on the EKG readout — the top sheet on the stack of papers that sat on the desk.
Finally, the cardiologist entered after a brisk tap on the door. The tall, cheerful, middle-aged man with glasses introduced himself, sat at the desk, and picked up the stack of papers that held mysterious codes and graphs. She hoped that she had misread his concerned expression. The cardiologist asked many questions about her family medical history, and she described her odd collection of symptoms. He listened to her heart and checked her thyroid. He sat and looked at the EKG readout again.
“That, my friend, is not a normal EKG reading,” he stated, looking her squarely in the eye. She had hoped that the first EKG at her PCP’s office was a glitch.
“Okay,” she said. What else could she say? She wasn’t surprised; her heart had been pounding the night before as well as that morning, as she was getting dressed. The doctor described different tests in her future: echocardiogram, Holter monitor, treadmill stress test. Maybe she was going to find out something.
She noticed a child’s colorful drawing on the grey door. “Take care of me,” the smiling heart said in green crayon.She had to smile.
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