“No, no, no, there must be some mistake,” my mother cries. Tears stream down her pale cheeks. Her bedroom door is open, and I can see she’s talking to someone on the cell. “But he was not on that flight; he told me a few hours ago it was delayed. You must have incorrect information,” she adds.
There’s a long pause. “Oh, I see. Yes, I understand,” she goes on. The phone drops to the floor. I stand back in the dark hallway, out of view, and begin to feel a sensation of anxiety come over me.
A gust of wind kicks up outside. I hear its whistling sounds call me as it escapes through the panes of the window. A frightening sensation encompasses my body. I look through the glass dazed, watching the snowflakes mixed with rain, pelt against the glass, like hail.
As deafening as it sounds outside, inside this tiny house, it grows stagnant in silence. An eerie feeling comes over me. Something deep in my core and it begins to stir. It touches my inner soul, wanting to cry out, but I know it won’t do any good. He’s gone.
Mother slouches on the chaise lounge sitting in her bedroom. Her golden-brown ringlet’s lay across her arms and it’s there I watch her sulk. My mother is supposed to be the rock of the family, but this woman I see, crumbles like the earth beneath our feet.
For the first time in my life, I have seen Mother cry and it terrifies me. I turn for my bedroom and begin to feel a heavy pounding in my chest; something bad has happened, and I realize our lives are about to change.
©2018 Emmy R Bennett