A Poet's Prayer - Part 2
Chapter Three
Alfie shifted uncomfortably on his toes, while Rose stared, speechless.
A few seconds passed.
Then she smiled weakly, gratified by his efforts, and spun round to gather her shawl. Alfie didn't need a further explanation. He led the way, as Rose locked the door behind her and followed suit.
"Alfie, would you..."
He paused. "Yes, Miss Rose?"
"Would you stop by my neighbour's house, Mrs. Dorothy Deacon, inform her so she can tell the children and keep them with her tonight? You may tell her I will keep her posted on how he does."
"Yes, ma'am. Right away, ma'am."
Rose carried on her way, heart pounding, head throbbing, mind swimming. Would Robert be okay? She needed to believe the affirmative. But every time she envisaged his situation - whatever it may be - she remembered Alfie's honest, poignant words, "I fear for the worst."
The worst.
Surely she had already suffered enough of that? Please God, could You intervene? And give me the strength and the courage I so desperately need.
She felt stronger already, following this prayer.
Hastening to the hospital proved a smooth, unobstructed pursuit. But what of the path ahead? She would nurse her beloved Robert herself if it meant being with him every second of every day.
So she entered the hospital, ready to confront whatever lay ahead. But as she approached the ward, she suddenly felt a strange sensation in her abdomen. Touching it tentatively, she stroked and wondered for what must have been two minutes, her hand steadied on the wall, her heart fluttering but most importantly: there was fluttering in her womb.
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