"Oh," he chuckles. "Well, I could only feel my pocketknife. Do we need my card?"
The nurse walks out and calls, "Olan Smith," and the old man and his daughter are gone from my life, forever.
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Olan L. Smith's Short Stories
Short StoryI have, over time, written many short stories,"Short-Shorts" as they are call by some, and by request I am putting them together into one collection for my readers; I will be adding to it as time allows. Love, peace, and freedom. Olan
The Waiting Room
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"Oh," he chuckles. "Well, I could only feel my pocketknife. Do we need my card?"
The nurse walks out and calls, "Olan Smith," and the old man and his daughter are gone from my life, forever.
