Jane knew she had a reputation among her friends for caretaking and even secretly enjoyed it, but this was not going to fly. Since when is a cancer patient supposed to be comforting callers?
“Here, take my phone. Leave it on the charger in some drawer or something.” She thrust the phone and charger at a startled nurse aide.
The kid looked spooked and Jane restrained herself. Barely. No one tells you that more than anything else cancer is just a major pain in the ass. It’s inconvenient AF and people? Oh my GOD, people are incredibly stupid when it comes to a friend having cancer. Twice Jane has snapped “I’m not dead yet!” at well-meaning idiots. Guess they won’t be back. Good.
That wimpy nurse aide is back, saying something about Dave waiting to see her.
“Dave? Dave who?”
Oh, shit. Dave. That Dave. That pretty boy from the city that Chris left her for. What in the ever-loving hell is he doing here?
“Let him wait. Tell him I’m in too much pain to see anyone right now.” That should chase him away.
Dave had already made it to the inner waiting room meaning he’d scrubbed, pulled on a wrinkly sanitized paper smock, and was wearing both a mask and a face shield. Based on nothing more than two years of stories about this woman from Chris, he wasn’t surprised when the nurse aide came back to say Jane had told him to wait.
Under any other circumstances, he’d have ditched the gear and been out the door.
Not now. No. This was what Chris wanted. At least that hoary old monument had been renovated and returned to its former glory in time for Chris to see it. Looking out the window, Dave’s thoughts drifted back to their first six months together when Chris took on city council and got the backing for that project. The image was so clear in his mind’s eye that he could “see” it instead of the parking lot that was actually there.
Dave could wait.
© Remington Write 2020. All Rights Reserved
*This piece works as a stand-alone but is also a sequel to the previous Our Hours story, “Timecatcher”.
In August 2020, AleXander Hirka set himself the challenge of creating a daily digital collage based on an image and a concept. The image is that of the antique Omega watch that belonged to his Mom and the concept is Time. In September 2020, the Anomalous Duo is challenging themselves to write a short piece of fiction for each collage — the Our Hours project.