Waiting

Ten years ago, I sat in a doctor’s office and watched my bouncing child press her fingers— orange from the cheese puffs she’d just eaten— and face against the cool glass of the fish tank, sucking in her cheeks and making popping noises with her lips at the fish.

Time flew by, though the tank remains.

I pat her knee. “Whatever happens, it’s your decision. You’re my child, but that one isn’t.”

She folds her hands in her lap. Her fingertips still orange from the dye she colored her hair with last week.

“Did you call Darren?”

“He won’t answer.”

Typical. Boys push so hard to be men. They coerce girls out of their virginities, exploit the beauty of bodies, but when responsibility comes knocking, they retract into themselves like hermit crabs. “I’ll call his mother.”

I don’t press for more. I know her mind is cluttered with a million scenarios of how quickly her life could change. Mine is too. How quickly both our lives will change when the doctor returns with the results.

word count: 175

—Nortina


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10 thoughts on “Waiting

  1. I like how the story changed from child to teenager (still with the orange stained fingers) and tied in with the fish tank in the doctor’s office all in such a small amount of words. Really enjoyed your story, Nortina.

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