A mother's love

Prewetta was covered in sweat as she scurried around the kitchen, checking the fridge and cupboards making sure she had put all the essentials into the box. She glanced up at the clock. 11am. "I better hurry, or else Dan would miss his lunch." Then, after having made sure she had put all his favourites into the lunchbox, she rushes out of the door. Striding across the carpark with the lunch box in hand , she found her motorbike parked at its usual spot. Very quickly, she got on and sped off.

"Where on earth is she?" Dan cursed as his stomach growled again. His mother was late! And all his friends were nearly done eating!

"Hey Dan, you're not having lunch?" One of his classmates piped up. Dan gives her a brief smile before turning back to the gates, face contorted into a scowl. He had been expecting to hear the faint roar of his mother's motorbike for the past 15 minutes, but it never came. He swore loudly as yet another vehicle passed, apparently mistaking it for his mother for the umpteenth time.

Meanwhile, Prewetta was speedily approaching the familiar bend that meant she was not far from her destination. "I hope that Dan isn't too hungry right now." As she sped around the corner, worrying whether her son was getting stomach cramps, she did not see the black BMW that was practically lunging towards her. "Almost ther-" Impact. All she heard next was the screeching of tyres and the shattering of glass as she sailed through the air before landing on her shoulder with an almighty, sickening crunch; the lunchbox cluched tightly in her other arm all the while.

"I'm terribly sorry! I should have seen where I was going. I'm..." Who was talking to her? The shock from the crash had left her mind in a blank. She twitched her uninjured arm and felt a box. Dan's lunch! Just as the driver was about to check and see if she was awake, Prewetta shot up, nearly scaring the driver to death. "I'm fine!" Prewetta said, or at least she hoped she did, as she got up and limped to the school down the road. She heard the driver screaming about getting an ambulance and going to the hospital and that some miracle had just happened or something like that. That can wait, she needed to get to the school!

Dan was practically seething when he saw his mother finally walk through the gates. She gave a weak lopsided smile as she handed him his lunch gently. She expects him to eat after making him wait?! His friends were done long ago! His chest boiling, he slams the box out of his mother's outstretched arm. The lunchbox hit the ground with a deafening clatter, spilling rice, chicken and potatoes all over the tiled floors. "WHERE WERE YOU? NO POINT IN EATING NOW, MY FRIENDS WERE DONE LONG AGO!" With that, he stormed off. He did not notice that his mother's right shoulder was twisted at an odd angle, or that her pants were torn slightly or that her ankle was starting to swell. Nor did he see the hurt look that crossed his mother's eyes when he sent his meal flying. She had ruined his day, now he had to go to class, hungry.

Prewetta felt tears welling up in her eyes. She did not know why she was crying nor why she felt so hurt, it was just a lunchbox! No. She had ruined her son's day, and she had been rejected by him. Silently sobbing, she knelt to clean up the mess, ignoring the searing pain from her shoulder, and the odd constricting sensation she felt in her chest. As she limped painfully home, a small voice at the back of her head worried whether he would be able to endure his lessons on an empty stomach. Colourful spots began to cloud her vision, her chest began to constrict even more and throbbed, her breathing came out in short raspy breaths and a moment later, all went black...

It was only hours later when Dan saw the look of devastation on his father's face as he arrived home, did he realise that something had gone wrong. Terribly wrong.

"I just got a call from the ICU..."

My story 2

Nothing's changed.
I'm still in a world of chaos and puzzles.
Solved? You wish.

I look up at the sky and wonder,
how long have I been on this wild goose chase?
just when, oh when will I learn to let it go?
There are so many other things to look at, to think about, to care.
So why am I still stuck on you?

I know well that when year-end comes, it will all be over.
No more chances, no more tries, no more glances
no more laughs, no more banters.
Should I try to take every remaining chance I have?
But is it worth it, to waste my time.
Fine, I'll try.
But now this is what I see :

Sure we talk, but what good is there anymore?
We speak of nothing but business.
I've lost the essence of it all.
You as well.
I've done enough, I'm through, or so I think
My determination lunges forth at the first chance, ready to strike.
But deep down I know, its not worth it, I shouldn't care.
These times, they'll fly away sooner or later. They won't last.
I still see you in the crowd, as always
I'm still standing afar, watching, waiting,
and silently cursing my stupidity.
Yet shamelessly clinging to a foolish hope, that perhaps, just perhaps
we can experience old times again.

Am I just trying too hard?
Maybe.
Grow up! Let go!
I beg myself please,
Or I'll never have my mind at ease.
Have I crossed the line? Just to impress?
Definitely. So now what?
I don't know. But I will retrace my steps,
repent and start over, if I can...

Now I'm at home and I wonder again,
my own kind is in danger.
No time to worry for this
So I'll put this down and see to the rest.
And whether I come back the same or not,
Well,
We'll see.