He glanced nervously over his shoulder as he unlocked the clinic’s door; only last week his senior nurse had been shouted at by a couple of local yobs, the week before someone had smeared excrement over the windows.
He checked the appointments – first off is John Smith. Several John Smiths today. And some Mary Does. Anonymity is what his patients like. He didn’t agree with that need, but customer gets what customer wants.
One day, he thought, one day. He had already sketched out the design for the clinic sign for that one day.
Fecal Transplant Centre.
Keep it simple.
Written for Rochelle-Wisoffields’ weekly 100 word challenge.