Not yet, not yet

He stood in the shadows, watching and waiting to see how things turned out.
She was joking and apparently in good spirits, but he could sense her fear.
He knew her so well.
It was different this time and he knew he had to be there for her.
The professionals were excellent, putting her mind at rest.
She listened attentively, asked questions and let them do what had to be done without making a fuss. He was so proud.
Left alone, he spied the first tear, but kept to the shadows, not wanting to scare her.
Her face was pale and she felt sick, so she asked for a glass of water. It was cooling on her lips and soothed her throat.
She lay her head back, but the angle was uncomfortable, as was turning on her side, or shuffling up the bed.
She sipped her water, closed her eyes, then popped them open again, trying to focus.
He stepped back, unsure if she had seen him.

Later, she was moved upstairs to another waiting area. He silently followed.
She was eventually called and staggered into the consulting room.
He listened and waited, continually watching.
Back in the waiting room, she sat and rested her head on her hand, propping her elbow on the arm rest to keep it elevated.
Twice she asked for more water, but her colour was returning.
She slept, in and out of dreams, all the while him keeping watch and waiting.
Hours passed until she was called again. This time, she was more steady on her feet, more coherent, more aware of her surroundings.
He felt the crisis had passed and knew he was no longer needed.
She sat and stared at the spot where he was standing. Her smile said it all.
She knew he was there, and that they would meet again when her true time came.
But not yet.
Not yet.
She slept, dreams of her Dad, the man she saw in the shadows keeping vigil.

About pensitivity101

I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! In November 2020, we lost our beloved Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. We decided to have a photo put on canvas as we had for her predecessor Barney. We now have three pictures of our fur babies on the wall as we found a snapshot of Kizzy, my GSD when Hubby and I first met so had hers done too. On February 24th 2022 we were blessed to find Maya, a 13 week old GSD pup who has made her own place in our hearts. You can follow our training methods, photos and her growth in my blog posts. From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives. We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
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2 Responses to Not yet, not yet

  1. Beautiful. Full of love, intensity, sadness, and grace. 🙂
    Debbie

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