Entry: Walk on My Own Two Hands

Walk on My Own Two Hands
By Tiffany C. Kinerson

The high-pitched squeal blared through the tiny room. The plasticy wood paneling bounced the sounds from wall to wall until it grew into a huge cacophonous ball of drilling, squealing, sucking, screaming sounds that pummeled my eardrums.

I looked across the waiting room at Jennifer. “Are we sure about this?”

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Tiffany C. Kinerson