Done for A Prompt Each Day, a daily dose of inspiration. We are to use the quote below for our inspiration.
Two minutes! She had only two minutes to make it all right. A shaky breath escaped her slightly parted lips as she stared at the unrelenting face of her director. Skido was like that; driving her until her got the best out of her. He always assured her she was good and he would be damned if he would allow her to think of herself any less.
“Come on, Tessa, one minute now.” Skido bellowed.
All she had to do was re-arrange her lovely features into a resolute look of abject weariness and say to her co-star. “I’m leaving you, Sadat.” So what was wrong with her? Her delivery wasn’t going well. Sadat was waiting for his cue, the crew were waiting to spring into action but all she could see was his pale and sweaty face in his crib. Her husband had assured her that their baby boy would be alright.
“No, I’ll feel better if you sent him to see the doctor.” She had insisted. But he had been more concerned she would be late for the rehearsals.
“Tessa, the two minutes are up. You need to relax. We try again after two more minutes. It’s obvious you aren’t yourself this morning.” Skido’s tone was kinder now and she could only nod.
Suddenly, his phone shrilled into the uneasy atmosphere. Tessa saw him reach into his shirt pocket to retrieve the phone and suddenly she felt loud thuds in her chest as her heart beat staccato rhythms. Her breathing now came out in shuddering spurts.
From a far land, she could hear Sadat asking her, his tone worried. “Tessa, are you alright?”
She shook her head, words failing her. Through a haze, she saw Skido’s eyes widen in horror, then denial, then something like pity as he looked into her direction. She knew it then. Her baby boy was no more.
“Just two minutes after you left the house.” Were the last words she heard as she slid into a welcoming darkness.Copyright © Celestine Nudanu 12/06/15
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