The late afternoon sunlight streams thru the glass, dances across the floor in a beautiful pattern of soft color. But she doesn’t notice. She is to intent, to focused on what lies beyond the glass – the driveway where he will soon park.
Minutes slowly tick by on the clock above the mantel. A soft hum of a car catches her attention; she hurries to the doorway – blue eyes dancing with excitement. But then her faces falls, as the car drives on by. It wasn’t him.
She attempts to distract herself from the waiting. But it is a failure, nothing holds her focus for long. Another hum of an engine, but this time she waits in the middle of the room. Too scare to look for fear of being disappointed.
Time’s Up. I recently discovered, the wonderful Lisa-Jo at The Gypsy Mama, who encourages her readers to write for five minutes straight while abandoning worries about grammar or edits or word choice. We are simply to write. Today’s prompt: On Waiting