An Hour

She went out of the lap hiding her shaking legs after they took a blood sample and told her to pass over after an hour to know the result. She did not know where to go, or what to do in this whole hour. Walking to her car, she saw three women in black, going into a church, it is not a prayer time, she sneaked her eyes through the door, and she noticed that there is a funeral inside. She jogged away from the church as if she is running from death, she felt it is a sign, she is going to die, and the analysis will be positive. She hardly opened the car’s door and threw herself over the driving wheel, with non blinking eyes she stared to nothing and started to think. Her life was too short even if her age says the opposite, she will be isolated away from her family and friends, and she will lose her job, her career, and the more precious thing her life. For the first time in her life, she doesn’t care what people might think or say about her. He found her mind blocked, she can’t think can’t drive; she stepped out from the still opened door and sit on the pavement on the parking. Her car was the only one in the line; she noticed the burned lamp in the street light opposite to her car, the dry leaves over the tree in summer time, all these were signs. Soon her life will reach to an end; hospitals will be here home and medicine will never stop.

Time is moving deadly slow, surprisingly she usually complained from it running out but the hour is not getting to an end. Knelling on her hands, she stands up, closes the door of her car and started to walk back slowly to the lap. The funeral is going out of the church the time she is passing, her eyes freeze at the coffin, she imagined herself dead and in the same coffin in few months. She went into the church with all the prayers and vows she knows her lips interpreted what the mind dictates. With a heart full of faith and mind looking for hope, she left the church continuing her way to the lab. Hiding her shaking legs with a cold face, sugar coating her fear by a plastic, she entered the lap. Like war drums her heart kept beating whenever the door of the lap open, ten minutes passed like a day long while she waiting in the reception, till the nurse came out holding the result sheet in her hand with a calm voice she said “Negative”.