March Writing Challenge - Sneezing

(This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.)

Sneezing

Word Count: 350

Genre: Science Fiction

Character: An immunologist

Material: A saxophone

Sentence: “There is no time.”

Bonus: Your character has a world-changing idea. X

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Anya sneezed. And sneezed once more. The breeze was blowing and something must have been triggering one of her numerous allergies. She had been to an immunologist so many times for allergies. Running through the list in her head of what could be in the air, nothing came to mind. It was the dead of winter, so no pollen. No animals were nearby, she hadn't had anything to eat in the past hour. Yet again she sneezed and her face began to itch.

Her immunologist was on speed dial. She called her as she began to walk back to her house. So much for an invigorating walk outside in the snow. Could she be allergic to snow potentially? That would depressing. It was her favorite time of year as most of her allergens were dormant. Living in Siberia helped immensely. As she was put on hold, her sneezing became more frequent. Thankfully, she was nearly to her front step when they picked up.

“When can I come in again?” she asked with desperation between sneezes.

“How about next week?” asked the receptionist.

“There is no time.” she sneezed again, “I can't stop sneezing.”

“4:45, this afternoon?”

“I'll be there.”

She let herself into her warm abode and her sneezing began to slow a bit. Making a cup of warm green tea, she sat on her couch and watched the clock. Aside from a sneeze here or there, she seemed to be improving slightly. The time came for her appointment. As soon as she went outside again, she began to sneeze just as bad as before. They were right around the corner, so she walked. Stopping every few feet to blow her nose.

The diagnosis was startling. Uncommon to say the least.

“Are you sure?”

“Dead positive.” said her lovely immunologist.

She stared at her. Her head couldn't wrap around it. Continuing to sneeze till she got home, she closed the door behind her, and sat on the floor of her entryway. She was deathly allergic to saxophones and the beautiful music they made.