Every weekend he would take a train to go see his son who lived with his ex-wife some miles away. Come Sunday evening she longingly awaited his return… lingering by the large open window, cup of coffee in hand, in the sitting room of her apartment three floors up, overlooking the road way from the entrance of the building. She doesn’t even realise she is pacing up and down the room, the tv on but nothing more than a blur in the background. She was not known for her patience… she lights up a cigarette to try to relieve the tension only to realise this is not the picture of her she would want him to see upon his arrival. Two or three drags later the cigarette is hastily put out… but he is not back yet. So she waits, the promise of his return is enough. The sky begins to turn colour as twilight falls and then a sudden surge of excitement and joy overcomes her as a figure with a large duffel bag appears in the distance. It’s him! He’s back! She smiles an uncontrollable smile as he nears and looks up at her… he smiles back with such affection in his eyes, knowing that she’s been waiting for him and he quickens his pace.


~ by Dilruha on October 9, 2010.

3 Responses to “Waiting…”

  1. I would love to hear your thoughts on this story.. what you felt or anything at all… thanks! SS x

  2. Awesome !!!

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