A great short story πŸ˜‰

Behind the White Coat

worn and rusted military helicopter in black and white
Sitting in my office, I can hear the whup-whup-whup of several military helicopters that are flying low. The water inside the bottle on my desk is rippling from the vibration.

My heart skips a beat and my eyes search the sky frantically.

Is it time?

Somehow, I know that it is.

I walk quickly across the clinic to the large windows in the break room and see the helicopters are huge. They circle lower once, then twice, then land in the large parking lot we share with several other businesses. Soldiers pour out. My staff is shouting now. I realize that I cannot leave the building without being seen.

The window!

I run back to my office, yelling for people to follow me. No one does. Fear immobilizes them. My window looks out onto the street at the back of the building. I lock the door to my office and…

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