Waiting

Back and forth he paces the floor. Waiting, wondering, thinking. The anticipation seems endless. Sitting a moment only to pace again. He glances at the clock on the wall, only minutes have passed. He wonders how that could be possible. It had to be hours at least. Checking his watch, confirms that the clock is correct. Shaking his head, looking around. Gaze wandering from clock to other people to the table, to the potted plant. Letting out an audible sigh, he notes a few sympathetic faces. He rubbed his hands together, glanced at the clock, and forced himself to sit.