Tuesday, May 17, 2011

Prompt 20

terminal, jet, fly, departure, international


It was during a New York Jets game that my father collapsed and medics were quickly called to the scene. At the hospital, after a long worrisome wait, the doctor appeared and essential told us that pop had developed a terminal illness. My mother suddenly fainted and was taken to a room where she soon recovered. She remained quite and still – a departure from her well recognized bundle of nerves; always sensitive about every little irritant: honking cars, pesky flies, or the telephone ringing endlessly.

 The next day we all visited the hospital early and the head nurse granted us access to my father's room. We found him to be as normal as always – sitting up in bed watching the news cast. The anchor was reporting that an international crime syndicate was captured after the result of an internal scope. Sadly heavy casualties, on both sides, were reported. We turned off the negativity, at once turning off the gloomy set. He gave us a comical frown then asked, “Did the Jets win?”

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