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Topic: The Prom (08/02/04)

TITLE: Best Prom Date Ever
By Jayson Tabor


A nervous forefinger bent and twisted the golden hair as a self-proclaimed princess warmed a throne so patiently waiting on a call of explanation.

Ten minutes late.

-Could he have forgotten where I am?-

Twenty minutes late.

-Mom and dad haven’t said anything, but it’s written all over their faces. Chip didn’t have the heart to tell me…deep breaths… that he changed his mind. I thought this might have been a sympathy invite.-

“My! You look beautiful! You must be off to your prom!” Nurse Coleman burst in the room to check Cindy’s vitals. A lingering smile rested upon the nurse’s confused face as she acquired the necessary data and scurried out through the door. She saw Chip in the hallway. She saw Chip and half the student body crammed in the hallway of the hospital.

Her dad sat unaffected to Cindy turning slowly each page of the Wall Street Journal. He knew what was coming and said earlier to his wife that he was going to have to stay occupied in order to keep a straight face. Her mom was standing in bedside allegiance holding Cindy’s hand and stroking the curling locks.

“Mom, quit messing with my hair! He isn’t coming!” Difficult as it was, Cindy managed to cross her arms in frustration, knotting the IV tubing that the nurse was going to remove just before Cindy departed on her big night. The doctor said she could be gone one hour at the most.

Thirty minutes late.

Cindy’s mom glanced at the door, wondering what everyone was waiting on. “He who waits upon the Lord…” She recited verses to calm the evident rage that began to boil inside her daughter.

“Chip is no Lord, mom, I can tell you that… but I am…starting to feel weak.”

-I know the doctor told me that I may not have very much longer, but I hope I can make it just a little bit…-

Erratic beeping sounded from behind the hospital bed. Lights flashed. A steady monotonous tone hailed out of the tiny little speaker in a machine that registered a silenced teenage heartbeat.

-Who is that walking towards me?-

The hospital door flew open and in barged Chip and all the students who came to celebrate their prom with someone they knew wouldn’t make it very long at the real thing. Celebration turned to sadness and quiet joy as each student saw the lifelessness that lay before them.

-You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.-

Member Comments
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darlene hight08/09/04
A little sad but I suppose on the otherside it is pure joy.
L.M. Lee08/09/04
I liked this and the description was good...I just wish at the end her prom date would have been Jesus! Have her stepping up to dance with Him as a real princess!
Dian Moore08/09/04
If only she could have seen Chip and the others, how sad. There's such a lesson there, on not waiting too long. When it's too late, it's too late. Thank you.
Anthony David08/09/04
Dear Jayson,
Excellent article! The agony of waiting, probably the most difficult thing to do on earth, you portrayed so well. Congrats!
Sylvia Spielman08/10/04
I too wanted a happy ending of some sort, but life is not always about happy endings, is it? This is really good writing -- kept my interest and the ending was a surprise even though it wrenched my heart. Blessings, Sylvia
Phyllis Inniss 08/10/04
A sad ending but a very good story.
Melanie Kerr 08/13/04
It was very sad that the end came so quickly and the girl's last memory was of being stood up - even if she wasn't really. Well written.