Chris Erickson

A CHILD OF THE REGION’S ROLE TODAY was to be in a chair of the Royal Memorial Hospital when Mom and Dad went to see the doctor. This row of chairs, and this jumbo, sticky-ass chair. The child did. They stood there all-weird. Now somebody came. Next, they went back there. That was today.

The child of the-region-she-was-from knew she shouldn’t bother anyone no matter what. It was expected not-to-do, or have, extra. She shouldn’t, for example, go ask somebody something no matter what. Don’t bother others, and there would be no asking in any type of way. Chair of the hospital, and nothing extra. 

She finished her snack and was kind of weirdly leaning in the chair. She couldn’t see the front desk. She looked at the wall by-where the front desk was like-somebody would say something to her, but nobody did at any point whatsoever. She stood up and looked and couldn’t even see the front desk. She was along this other wall. She felt like it was always a time like this when somebody would say some type of thing to her. There was someone over there but they weren’t saying anything. She wasn’t seen. For a minute, she forgot about Mom and Dad, and then she thought of them and them going back there with that guy.

She left the waiting room the other way and went sliding down the hall. She saw two people who didn’t see her who had their back to her. Nothing did-happen, and nobody said nothing. She went around the corner. 

Now she was really in the mood to explore! Now she felt like she knew nobody would say anything. She saw a few more people in a different part of the hospital, but nobody was in a position to say something by now. 

She kept remembering the turns and the stairs so later on she could get back to the waiting room. She felt energetic and really felt like exploring! she was sliding! her neck-jade was jumping!

At the end of a hall now was a beautiful window the whole size of the wall. She saw the mountain-outline out there in the kingdom’s center. It was getting dark outside. She noticed an orchard back there, and the sky. The orchard was just little sticks but they went all the way back. Two boys were leading their camels along. 

She heard a bell, that was enough, and she came downstairs. And she came down, and here in the middle of the hospital was a clean and fragrant old man looking at her. The old man looked over the child’s head for a sec then at her. At first he looked like a doctor; he took his jacket off and held it over his arm. The child of the region she was from knew the look of somebody moving and about to say something.