After many months, the day was finally here, the culmination of a two-year battle.
We exited our respective vehicles, shook hands and started up the sidewalk, him explaining to me what to expect inside. What he didn’t tell me, but I should have realized since it was a federal building, was that when we entered the first door we would be greeted by a security guard at a desk. The guard asked if I had anything like mace or any sharp objects in my purse. I said no, but then I remembered the pocket knife I always carry. I had to take that back to the car. When I returned, the security guard told me to face the wall with my legs spread and my arms out. Then he wanded me, had me turn around, and repeated the process. I realized then a little of what people experience when they fly nowadays. (I haven’t flown since 1992, long before all the extreme airport security was put in place here in the US.)
We then had about 30 minutes to go over my case, to clarify any details, and review the results of the medical and psychological reports ordered by Social Security.
Finally, the hearing assistant called us to the hearing room – the last door, literally and figuratively, I had to enter in hopes of finally winning my case.
The next 45 minutes were the reason I had taken half of a Xanax before I left the house. I was appearing before a judge, via videoconferencing, who would decide if I would get approved for disability. This was an adjudication hearing, which is what one has to go through in the US when their claim is rejected twice. Given my druthers, I would never have applied for disability, but my health problems no longer gave me a choice.
As we left the hearing room, the lawyer looked at me with a grin and said, “You won!” He said he could tell by the questions the judge asked (he had handled such hearings in front of her before), especially near the end. From his lips to God’s ears!
We shouldn’t have gone through that last door, James thought. But we had to make a choice. The beasts were getting closer every minute.
How long had it been since he and Amy went through that door in an abandoned warehouse and found an endless corridor of doors.? However, when they turned around to go back, the original door had disappeared. They began opening random doors hoping to find their way back. But when some terrifying beasts came through one of the doors before they could shut it, they ran until they couldn’t run anymore.
Now they were stranded on a frozen world with the beasts trying to break in. Suddenly, all went quiet.
“Hey, I think they’re gone. Let’s make a break for it. Amy? Amy?”
As he howled at the heavens in pain and fury, James noticed an ever-brightening light melting a hole in the ice. Too late, he thought, as he reached towards the light with the last of his strength
Word Count = 167
This story was inspired a bit by the book Dark Matter by Blake Crouch.
Thank you Goroyboy for the photo prompt.
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You know that old joke about being on a seafood diet: I see food and I eat it? That is not the case for everything for me. I am particularly partial to lasagna and chicken ‘n’ dumplings. But the following foods are so revolting to me that I cannot abide even attempting them.
- Liver and onions
- Mushrooms (texture issue and past food poisoning event)
- Oysters (texture issue)
- Fried chicken livers
- Sucking the meat out of a crawfish head
- Fresh Parmesan (I got burned on this when I ordered nachos in a club owned and operated by a Greek; yep, they were made with Parmesan. Soooo gross!)
Of course, there are other things in life I find revolting (i.e. Donald Trump), but if I get started on that list I may never stop. 🙂 I joke, but honestly, I’m an easygoing person who doesn’t offend as easily as I once did – the advantage of years of experience, I guess.
Written as part of Linda G. Hill’s Just Jot It January challenge. Thanks to Sandra [https://whatsandrathinks.com/] for today’s prompt.
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Somebody needs to tell Winter Storm Inga that she has worn out her welcome.
Written for JusJoJan and One-Liner Wednesday challenges created by Linda G. Hill. You can join the fun by visiting https://lindaghill.com/2018/01/17/one-liner-wednesday-jusjojan-daily-prompt-january-17-2018/