New Dryer

I sit sweating at the back of a room I’ve never been before.

Years of rehearsed excuses taunt. I’m not like these people, not as bad.

A woman stands.

“Hello, my name is Sara and I’m . . .”

I close the door behind me.

13 Replies to “New Dryer”

    1. In my mind she leaves. It’s her first meeting and she clearly doesn’t have the right attitude, or maybe it really isn’t for her. I think when people get to a certain point in their life everything becomes…complicated. Thanks for reading, Kathy.

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