Frantically I dash from one end of the house to the other placing assorted pots, pans, and buckets.
Outside the rain pisses down. Inside persistent dripping taunts and my tears roll quickly in silent desperation. Damn roof! Damn house! Damn weather forecast!
Ensnared within
the enemy’s clutches, I instinctively know he senses my terror, discovering it
appetizing and thrilling.
I have never
feared death before, but now that my demise is imminent, how can I not? How will it feel to have the jaws rip me to
shreds? I pray death hurries.
Ellie blinked, as sudden realization dawned like the sun’s
reappearance following a violent storm. Acceptance quickly followed with an
onslaught of thoughts.
Late night
feedings, diaper duty, first steps, skinned knees, birthday parties, school graduation,
worrying, a lifetime of joy: simply priceless.