Waiting for Pam.Dave watched her go into the room. It was so clichéd but Pam really did look beautiful as she walked away from him. That red hair that had made him fall in love with her all those years ago lightly bouncing with each step she took. The door closed silently and he was left alone with only the clock to keep him company.Tick. TockHe looked at the floor through his loosely clasped hands and wondered why the carpet in these places was always so damn drab. Running his tongue over the back of his teeth he could taste the bitter instant coffee that came from the machine in those pathetic plastic cups. How many of them had he had today? Did i
As my conscience seems to be...