You remember when I took part in Creativity Boot Camp? Well, the organiser Maegan now hosts The Sunday Creative so I thought I'd give it a go. This week's prompt is Spiral. Feedback is always welcome.
A hanging glass spiral hung in the window. Karla watched as the pearls of reflected light moved about the room; over the brown seats, the brown carpet, the beige walls and the stack of out-of-date magazines beside her. The clock ticked.
There was one other person in the waiting room, probably feeling just as anxious and worried as Karla herself was feeling. She picked up the top magazine – Hello. She hated gossip weeklies, they rarely had anything useful in them, but right now it was a distraction. Anything to stop herself thinking what was being said behind the closed door. Every now and again the flicking light caused by the spiral would draw Karla’s eyes to that door. Or perhaps it was Karla herself wanting it to open, for the waiting to end.
And then it opened. There was the doctor. And there was her mother, dressed impeccably as always. She always worried what other people thought about her and so only had clothes she deemed ‘best’ in her wardrobe, hair and make-up always done perfectly and daring red nails which didn’t imply her age.
Karla looked up hopefully, wanting to see relief on her mother’s face, wanting to know that everything would be okay. Instead she was met with her mother standing straight, not showing any emotion.
“So we’ll get you an appointment, it may be a week, perhaps a few days longer.”
“Thank you.” Was her mother’s short reply.
And Karla knew that her life was about to change and that the diagnoses was positive. Her mum had cancer.