LIGHT IN DARKNESS

By Tessa Harvey


THE STORM

Phil, her youngest child hurried towards the hospital with his dad. He glanced around the parking lot, hoping to see their familiar blue Camry. He sighed! Nothing.
    How could he get his licence if he couldn't practise? Resentfully, he caught up to his dad who was hurrying on ahead, moving surprisingly quickly for one of his bulk and his years.
    The hospital receptionist directed them to the lifts and various levels and wards, but Bill already knew. He worked here after all! But the receptionist was new, a softly-spoken young man.
    Nursing staff and doctors seemed to be hurrying everywhere as they cleared the entrance vestibule. Among them were mingled relatives and friends, some looking bewildered and lost, others more purposeful in their movements. Many carried brightly coloured bunches of gay flowers, or awkwardly wrapped packages. Phil paused, out of his depth, but Bill strode resolutely forward.

 

Comments

Popular posts from this blog