cry

The tragic day cooled, gone for the moment with all of its trauma. We spooned together for what seemed like hours, talking, laughing, necking, out there on the diving dock.

Headlights pulled into the drive up at the cabin, breaking the spell.

“Looks like someone's back.” He said rubbing my damp head.

“Ya, we should get back and find out about Pa.” I stood at the edge of the dock. “Up for a race?”

I wasn't so ready for the twists the storm blew up, but turns like this feel real and in tune with me.

__________

Something Real.

That's how she felt until she checked her messages.

“We've got to go to the Hospital.” She closed her cell phone. “Now.”

“OK, sure. What's up?”

“That ambulance that just went by had my son and husband in it. Jake's been hit by lightning.”

Tim's jubilant mood turned sour after he heard.

They pulled into Lakeland Continuing Care and parked Pa's red truck haphazardly close to the emergency room entrance. Fanny was too focused to care.

“Wait here.” She snapped, then hearing herself aloud she leaned in to softly kiss her summer intern. “I'm sorry I didn't mean...

“It's OK Mrs. Johnson.” Tim cut her off respectfull.

Fanny jumped down and made a b-line through the double doors. Tim reached over and pulled the cab door closed, watching her exit. He couldn't help himself, inspite of the circumstances.

“Excuse me, Sir.” The security guard rapped on top of the truck. “You're gonna' have to move this old...” he leaned in to get a closer look at the driver. “Say isn't this Mr. Johnson's beauty?”

“Uh, yes. Yes it is.” Tim timidly replied. “We just found out about him.”

“Oh I'm so sorry, I just heard...” His preemptive filter kicked in and stopped him mid-sentence. “Are you one of the Johnson kids?” He asked.

“No. Why?” Tim's thoughts clouding.

“Could you park the truck over in the 'offical business' parking spot, just there, son.” He nodded sideways, indicating the empty spot next to the ambulance. “I think you should come inside.”

Tim began to get uncomfortable and a new sweat warmed his pits. “Yes sir.”

Inside the bright emergency entrance Tim stopped just short of panic. On the left side opposite some worn chairs and tired magazines, behind a large windowed office, sat Fanny. Real tears streamed down her blank face.

 

image source - manipulated by me

 

copyright © 2011 tgwithin

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Comment by JMac1949 Today on December 31, 2012 at 8:05pm

Not sure what to make of this except to say it's very well written R&L

Comment by Green Monkey on January 2, 2013 at 7:06am

very well written indeed and I'm hoping there is more to come (?) 

Comment by TG DE VORE on January 2, 2013 at 7:17am

Well of course...it's chapter eleven. The previous chapters are on my blog.

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