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Anticipation - Writing Storm 5

A bar of chocolate and a mugful of coffee later Didie was still feeling anxious. She was now thinking of the worst and her thoughts were getting out of hand. What if she tripped on her robe, what if she had to go to the loo and missed her turn, what if he didn't show up. It was that last thought that gripped her heart and caused sweaty beads to form across her forehead.

She pads slowly around the small confines of her room taking in the view of this space that had been a source of comfort throughout her final year. She still hadn't taken down the colourful posters she diligently collected after each show she attended at the arts centre. If somebody asked her which one was her favourite she could not recall one in particular. How could one choose when in all of the ones she attended he would always be there. 

Then there were the random photos on her wall arranged carefully so she could see it from where she lay her head on the bed. They were mostly pictures of the skies she captured on her trips to different parts of Europe. But there was that one single photo she hid carefully beneath the layers - a picture of him and her- a candid one he had agreed to pose in as they were stationed together at the art gallery.

After all they had been through.. how could he not come, right?




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