Choose What You Will

            She is never dramatic and today is no different.

            “I kid you not, the hail was the size of hamburger patties.” She wraps her arms around her legs and squeezes them to her chest.

            “Interesting way to describe them.” The psychologist taps his pen against the clipboard.

            “It's true!” She peers up at him, through the confines of her knees.

            “And how did this affect your day? Don't you work inside an office?” He folds his hands over the clipboard.

            “Yes, but I saw them. Oh, they were coming down like cannon balls.”

            “It's a wonder that I didn't see any of this.” The psychologist points to his window. It is nearly six feet tall and faces the back of another building.

            “Must have not passed through here.”
            “Sure.”