Countless screams and joyful outbursts filled one room while cries of pain and sadness filled another.
Shivering with anticipation and endlessly rubbing sweaty hands, tapping restless feet on the wooden floor in a vain effort to manage tension, glancing eyes about yet barely seeing anything, thoughts incoherent and mind not at ease.
The suspense is intoxicating, the waiting game is emotionally draining… waiting to be called forth, to be directed to one of the two rooms.
Two unsettling questions to be answered by the sluggish slothful time- which room? What news?
Daily Prompt: Shiver
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