Bailey sat on the dirty cement bench. He quickly wiped away the tear in his eye before it ran down his cheek. His shallow breaths came not so much from fear of his father’s illness, but more from the sweltering heat and humidity.
“Honey, come into the waiting area. It’s too hot out here,” Mom said, as she opened the door and started inside.
“It’s OK, Mom. I’ll stay out here for a while.”
“When I hear from the doctor, I’ll come.”
Bailey took the small sunflower he had picked and began pulling off the petals a few at a time. He flicked them onto the ground, then threw the broken flower. He ground the stem and sepal under his once-black Converse All-Stars. The high tops were folded over, and the rubber tips were split away from the gray and dirty shoe fabric. The broken shoe laces were long enough to make it through every other grommet, the aglets long ago split and broken off. Bailey kicked the flower remains away, as his feet swung under the bench.
“Bailey, come quick,” Mom called from the hospital door.
Here is the Teachers Write prompt from Kate Messner today.