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Topic: At Wit’s End (02/13/14)
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TITLE: Searching for an ear that cares | Previous Challenge Entry
By Ken Grant
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“Strange,” He said out loud.
He grabbed his keys, found the front door key, inserted it, turned the knob and entered. The house was quiet, but in a bad way. He entered the living way and walked immediately to the kitchen. He didn’t know why, but then again he did. His eyes spotted a piece of paper on the kitchen table.
“At Wit’s End,” He read.
He recognized his wife’s handwriting. Jenny had beautiful penmanship, but his heart broke at the words before him. He pulled out his cell phone and called Jenny’s work. He hoped he could find some answers there.
“Bill,” came the sharp reply.
“Hey, Bill, It’s Kyle.”
“You get one too?”
“One what?”
“A note.”
“You too?”
“Yeah. All it said was, ‘At Wit’s End.’ What does it mean?”
“It means I should have listened more.”
“What?”
“Don’t worry about it, Bill; I’ll call you later.”
“Okay, bye.”
Kyle closed his eyes in frustration. He had been pushing at work for so long that he hadn’t spent enough time thinking about the load that Jenny was carrying. Now she had spoken loud enough for him to hear. He walked out the front door, got back in his car, and drove to the only place that knew Jenny would be. He parked in the small lot and walked toward the small dock. He knew that Jenny would be sitting at the end with her legs dangling over the edge. He stopped a few feet behind her and waited.
“Don’t come any closer.”
The words caught Kyle off guard. They were spoken with more anger and sorrow than he had ever heard in Jenny’s voice. He wanted to take her in his arms, but he sensed that it wasn’t the right time.
“I’m sorry,” He said plaintively.
“It’s too late for sorry.”
Kyle’s heart began to ache. The pain in Jenny radiated clean through him. He just wasn’t prepared to deal with this level of intensity.
“What can I do?” He cried out in desperation.
Jenny’s body physical transformed. She stood to her feet and turned to look at her husband. She walked slowly toward him. He could see the pain in her face and he wanted to turn away, but there was something else there that kept him focused. He saw just a little bit of hope. Jenny reached out and hugged Kyle and refused to let him go.
“That’s what I’ve been waiting for,” She whispered lovingly. “I just wanted to know that you still cared.”
Kyle wanted to speak, but his presence was enough. He held on to Jenny with all his strength. He would not lose her ever again.
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Just a note... I thought this sentence was a little awkward, "Jenny’s body physical transformed."
I liked the ending, filled with hope and forgiveness.
God bless~