A room - Imogen Rose

Walking into the room I surveyed the surroundings. The white wash walls and pale mint green plastic chairs. It should have looked clean; it had the smell of something that would have been. However, the chips of paint and streaks of odd colourings would suggest quite the opposite had it been any other kind of room.
The people were few and far between. An old man in a dark green jacket with a chequered scarf. His facial features suggested a life of hard graft with not much happiness yet his eyes told a whole other story. The wrinkles around them were deeply creased and told me that the laughter he had, had come thick and fast throughout his life. The eyes themselves were deep grey with a hint of green. You might ask how I knew so much from just his eyes; at this point I had sat myself down on one of the mint plastic chairs with a somewhat embarrassing squeak. He had raised his eyes with a knowing glance of “It’s happened to everyone dear!”. And in that momentary glance I had gauged the years of laughter, pain and enjoyment he had, had.
Looking to the left of me I could see another elderly looking creature, whose glassed eyes peered over the counter that she sat behind. Now her, I could not make out. The bright florescent light created a glare on the glasses that meant I could not determine the life she had, had. However, I was able to determine one thing, she enjoyed rather too invigoratingly the use of a blue rinse. It shone nearly as brightly as the lights in the cardboard ceiling that seemed to bare down on me as I cast my eyes upwards. I was suddenly aware of a feeling that hadn’t been present until now. A quelling and mumbling in the pit of my stomach. It was nerves of course. The only feeling a place like this could conjure. To make matters worse a little old lady had just tottered out from the glass swing doors and plonked her rather overbearing self down next to me. She had then proceeded to tell me the excruciating details of the ordeal she had just experienced. The murming increased and I was aware of the rising and falling sensation that was now present. If she was to continue I was slightly afraid that I would in fact be sick all over her. Though I’m not sure this would have been a bad idea.