The security guard hears the car long before he sees it. It’s low silhouette spits towards the parking lot and is the first to arrive, beating the sun that is barely risen above the hills, an arc of light in the blue-black sky visible then hidden again by fibrous rain clouds. The guard’s box is illuminated as the old two-tone Subaru pulls forward. He gets up and pokes his wide torso out of the warm box, the cold and wet coming in. His hands visor his eyes and motion for the car to go through. He squints to see the driver through the rain, the windshield wipers move too slow to clear the stream of water that casts a shimmer on the driver’s face, the wide set eyes constantly wavering. The woman smiles hard but the rain makes it look like she’s been crying, or maybe she has been crying. Her hand reaches from the car with a cardboard box and the officer takes it and smiles back, says his wife will literally kill him if he has another donut, that’s if his sugar doesn’t do it first, and waves the woman into the empty lot where she parks in a spot furthest from the entrance.
Adannaya turns the engine off and lays her head back, closes her eyes. The temporary black is the closest thing to sleep and the faint drumroll on the roof will do for a lullaby. The urge to cry rises again, from her stomach into her throat, but she takes another hit instead and fills the car with a smoke that makes the world look like it’s been covered with ground glass. She inhales until her lungs are at full capacity, holds even longer, then exhales smooth letting the smoke and everything else go. The car is warm and fragrant and smells like her home, seaside scented candles and peach flavored rolling papers in an overflowing ashtray. Helium-filled balloons bob about the car in a kaleidoscopic fog. She turns and retrieves a bouquet of sunburnt and bell shaped lilies, a stapled brown baggie of her mother’s prescriptions, the balloons nod their encouragements. The walk to the hospital is long and quiet save for slow footfalls across the graveled lot. Adannaya jumps once, but there’s not enough helium or hope to go anywhere.
Nice scene.
I like how it felt like it could be something sinister but turned into something more ordinary, but still sad.
Nodding balloons and the ending caught my eye, great way to wrap it up.
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Thanks you! I added the balloons at the last minute, I’m glad it had a good effect. 🙂
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The beautiful thing about the way you wrote this is the suspense. It is a super short story yet I was so eager and then I felt her sadness at the very last minute. I thought she had been cheated on or she just had an abortion or she was sneaking into a place she shouldn’t be. You do this very well.
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As always I thank you for your kind words and feedback, Kemi 🙂
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Most excellent post, just enough to catch curiosity..
i also see that you dropped in for a read,
i am grateful,
chris
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I did, and enjoyed what I read. 🙂 Thank you for stopping by and taking the time to comment.
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Most kindedly welcome..
chris
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Ah a surprise. Not expected at all! Well written, well done!
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Thank you 🙂
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