Organ - Chapter 13
ORGAN Chapter Thirteen Gazing down, attempting to be inconspicuous, Oscar noted the minutes that had passed since he had cross the street from the hospital car park that appeared seemingly impassable before that sweat producing day, not from the weather mind you, from the sudden expulsion of movement and activity to get him to that spot. That bus stop curb side stood erect beside a white detailed piece of metal detailing the timetables for various public bus routes, it broke up the miles of stretching rock and blackened tarmac that otherwise gave him a headache of similar environmental anxiety. But the minutes continued to crawl with agonising gradualness that would send a brown hair, white and a white hair shedding to the floor with age. It had been gloomy the days before but today felt different above his hooded head, the air was dense enough to bite with static, perhaps a pending storm he thought to himself as the sky flittered from dark heavy cloud to breaking of sunshine whit...
