He took his position at the end of the serpentine queue. The queue did not surprise him. All his life he had stood in one line or the other, for everything.
“Identification, please!” the officer asked.
“What id?” first time in his life, he had questioned an officer, with a sense of surprise, “I have none.”
“No id, no entry ,” the officer barked, “next?”
“You brought him back!” he woke amid a chorus of chatter and muffled cry, “thank you, doctor!”
“Never got through in first try,” he mused with eyes shut, “next time I shall be better prepared.”
Word Count : 99
Photo Prompt : Naama Yehuda