Fehler:
She marched into the room with a stone face. Half of her
head was shaved while the rest was brushed over the left in a wild swirls. Her
black slacks and button up shirt was her uniform. Her tie was a bold yellow
with gold swirls in it, a grand contrast to her purple hair.
The men lowered their guns and stepped back from her. Their
faces going from sculls to nervous and all because she had entered the room.
Fehler didn’t know who she was, nor did she care. She didn’t like the scary men
and if she could make them cower, she liked her.
Fehler jumped as she felt an arm wrap around her. She looked
up at the man who had brought her here. He was nice. He brought her juice. His
smile, however, was now gone. Sucking in his bottom lip to bite on it, his eyes
watched the woman as she walked around the room. He pulled Fehler closer to him
as she walked closer.
Her cold eyes looked at him and then to her. She arched an
eyebrow at her and turned back to the man. Wordlessly, the two had a
conversation, each taking turns to eye Fehler. Fehler fidgeted closer to the
man. The woman’s cold stare made her uncomfortable.
The woman stooped down to make eye contact with her. Fehler
watched as her stone eyes turned soft. “Hello.” She gave a soft nod. “My name
is Ima Stone. I’m a doctor. What’s your name, sweetie?”
Fehler looked up at the man. He nodded to her. “Fehler.” She
mumbled.
“Fehler?” She repeated. She pulled the pen out of her clip
board. “How do you spell that?”
Fehler tilted her head. “Was?”
She repeated.
“Ah.” Ima nodded. “Du
sprichst Deutsch?”
“Ja! Ja!” Fehler
bounced in her seat. Finally, someone who spoke German. She was having a hard
time figuring out what any of these strange people were saying.
Ima smiled at her enthusiasm. She was glad she knew some
German.
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