197 words written for the Photo prompt given by Roger Shipp on Flash Fiction for the purposeful practitioner Week #11.
The door opened with a loud screech. She made a mental note to oil it. Keys clattered noisily as she pushed the door open. A hand snaked out to search blindly for the light switches along the wall. Click, click, click. One of the three lit up the room to show the four empty chairs waiting expectantly. Six long strides and she reached the door on the other wall. Her hand paused on the knob as she took a deep breath to steady her racing pulse. Beyond it lay her salvation.
She adjusted the papers on her desk before settling down in her chair. The future was an open list of appointment schedules just dying to be filled up. She had struggled much to be the first woman in her community to study and set up her own practice. Years of slaving over the books during the day and washing utensils in the night seemed worth it now.
The small bell on the outside door tinkled sweetly to announce the arrival of the first person in her new life. She put on her stethoscope and caste off all doubts. She was ready to change the world now.