Saturday 7 March 2015

Waiting

He should be home by now.

It is getting dark,

the roads are wet,

he is over due,

not a word.

Why hasn’t he called?

The rain falls menacingly,

tap, tap, tap.

Every noise,

makes you jump

makes your hand shake

makes your heart skip.

You are being silly

you know that.

The doorbell rings.


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