FFF challenge
4 prompts less than 300 words
I haven’t done a writing challenge for a while. Life, has gotten in the way of words lining up to any kind of meaningful exchange. But gibberish always brings the words that matter to the forefront…here is where you can find the latest challenge….
And below is my contribution.
Di
The longest night in my life
“She’s talking to someone not here,” I said to my cousin on the phone.
Debbie was always my go to when in trauma and or drama. She was rock steady and kept me grounded these last few days as I sat by my mother’s bedside.
“Where are you going?” I heard Mama say.
“I’m right here,” I reassured her.
But she wasn’t looking at me. Her gaze traveled to the door on the right. “Did you see him?” she asked. Her unequivocal confusion didn’t surprise me anymore. I was the only one in the room.
“Ask her, what he look liked?” Debbie told me. “Maybe if you keep her talking and alert she can return to a restful state.”
“Can you describe him mom?”
“He’s way too big to be dancing around like that and smiling like he’s at a party. But, he’s been here before.”
I wondered if it was a spirit, or an ancestor, giddy to have her soon join them. I wasn’t so eager to see her leave. But if the pain would stop, and she could find peace… I might be dancing a jig too. I know my relief would be palpable.
“Maybe he wants you to go with him?”
“Maybe I will. Wherever he is, he’s having fun.”
She closed her eyes, grinned, sighed and went back to sleep. I returned to the conversation with Debbie. “She’s asleep.” Then I told her what mama said.
Debbie, a retired nurse, said “It won’t be long now,” Her voice shook. “I’ll call tomorrow.”
I sit listening to the beep of machines. I am alone again. But mom evidently hadn’t been for a while now.
Time is a relevant measure… not long… couldn’t come soon enough for me.
