Destine Literare nr. 23 - septembrie - decembrie 2012 - Scriitorii ...

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‘Don’t
worry, I’ll get you there’my husband reassures me with a smile.
I grab my bag made of recycled cloth, with my pen, writing book and printed
written piece.
I jump into the car not sure if I locked the door.
‘Don’t worry, I’ll be back in no time, nobody will get in.’
We arrive behind the bike sheds of the small supermarket with two
minutes to spare.
‘If I don’t phone you, it means you have to wait for me here – if we finish late, after twelve o’clock, then I’ll phone you and
we’ll meet in the car park
of the big supermarket.’. I just manage to say to my husband as I am about to get off the car.
Two hours later…
It’s just noon so I am not going to phone my husband. On the way back,
Sylvia kindly leaves me in front of the small supermarket. The Friday
market is in full swing.
All I’ve got to do is to walk down the alley and there I’m behind the
bike sheds of the small supermarket. I choose instead to walk through the
shop because I want to buy a couple of food items.
I pay and exit the shop by the bike sheds.
I wait for 10 minutes; there is no sign of my husband. I search for my
mobile. It’s not in my bag made of recycled cloth. I stand there for
another five minutes, to make the academic quarter. Then I walk down the alley so that I can catch no.8 bus which stops
at the top of my street. I run as the bus is about to leave and I don’t want to wait for another half an hour until the next one.
I get home; there is no sign of my husband. I find my mobile phone as
well as my husband’s on the tray in the kitchen.
I busy myself preparing some lunch. I’ve been home for thirty minutes
now and my husband has not turned up yet. He must have gone to the DIY
shop or the garden centre.
One hour on, I hear my husband’s car in the drive.
I hear the key in the door.
‘Where have you been?’He asks me slightly out of breath.
‘I waited for you behind the bike sheds of the small supermarket for fifteen minutes, then I got no.8 bus home. I had to run,
as the bus was about to leave.’
‘You were not behind the bike sheds; I waited for you there for over a quarter of an hour. Then I went to the big supermarket
and I waited there for twenty minutes as well. Then I went back for another ten minutes on the car park behind the bike
sheds. I am shattered! Only if you could drive!
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Dora Groza
www.cristinateodoragroza.blogspot.com