Today’s daily prompt: Trio no. 4
Today you can write about anything, in whatever genre or form, but your post must include a speeding car, a phone call, and a crisp, bright morning.
My short story series, inspired by NaNoWriMo/NaBloPoMo and the daily prompt.
“Aside from a mild concussion, he did not sustain any other injuries. For the time being, he will remain under hospital surveillance until the test results return.”
Mother clasped her hands to her heart and thanked the doctor endlessly, but the worried creases around her eyes did not disappear. The doctor walked away bristly, to another woman that was huddled nervously in a chair.
Father had gotten into a car accident.
It was a crisp, bright morning- the first morning of winter, actually. It was the kind of morning that made you feel like all was peaceful in the world. The only thing Connor was worried about was what to get Avery for Christmas. Mother told him to get her flowers, but that seemed too old-schooled (and Avery would definitely expect another present on top of that). Bradley suggested jewelry, but Connor felt like Avery already owned every type of necklace, earring, or bracelet in the world.
And then, he was called to the office.
And then, Mother picked him up.
And then, they went to the hospital.
Mother was so silent during the car ride that Connor could feel the seriousness of the situation. Neither of them said a word; both of them feared that what they say would turn into a reality.
But, Father was fine and Connor was relieved. They didn’t have the strongest father-son relationship, but Connor didn’t have a clue on what he and Mother would do if Father were ever to leave them.
Connor and Mother went inside Father’s room. He had a bandage on his head and some cuts on his face, but Connor’s eyes were more drawn to the white hospital dress Father was wearing underneath the blanket. It was strange for Father to not be wearing a suit. After a few minutes, Connor and Mother decided to leave and let Father rest.
As they turned the corner to leave, Connor spotted the woman again. This time she was trying to console her son, a teenage boy who was bawling like a baby in the middle of the hallway. Connor shuddered at the sight, thinking that could’ve been him.
Connor looked at Mother in alarm as she suddenly engaged in an anxious conversation with the woman. Was she Mother’s friend?
The woman could only shake her head in response. Her son was still crying.
Connor squinted to get a better look at the boy’s face. He looked familiar; perhaps they attended the same school.
“I am so sorry…”
Now, Mother was crying. For a split second, Connor felt as if he was thrown into a jar of tears and he was drowning in confusion. At the sound of another person’s tears, the boy stopped abruptly. His green eyes flashed in anger at Mother and then to Connor.
Green eyes and brown hair.
The boy was Stevie. Smart Samantha’s little brother, Stevie. The boy who drew horrible pictures with crayons but had the guts to deliver it to the older kids’ classrooms by himself, Stevie. The boy who wanted to become an astronaut and dreamed of being with the stars, that Stevie.
And the woman would be Samantha’s mother. She couldn’t even look at Connor or Mother.
Connor couldn’t see Samantha or her father anywhere.
To be continued…