Time was running out and his watch had stopped dead.

The pacing back and forth didn’t help the time passing either.

Just waiting for the inevitable was almost cruel.  To both him and everyone else in the room.  But this was how it was supposed to be.  They had at least prepared for this moment.  They knew it was coming.  This was the day.  The time – what ever the time currently is – wasn’t, however.  But again, this is how it was supposed to be.

The sweat on his forehead was glistening in the cold, impersonal lights in the room.

‘All I can do is pace.  Just keep fucking pacing.’ Anticipation was high.  Time – time, it didn’t matter what time it was, it was getting close now.

He watched people running in and out of the room, as if it was a revolving door.  Or a conveyor belt.  Cuddly toy!

‘It takes however long it takes. Just enjoy every moment.  Even the pacing.  Even the fucking pacing. Fuck.’

The door revolves once more.

‘I hope you’re not going to swear like that much more, Dean,’ Samantha says as she’s wheeled out, cradling her newborn.  Their newborn. ‘I mean… fuck.  I’ve got no clue either.’

Dean lets out a laugh – of relief.  And with immediate love setting on his baby girl in his wife’s arms.

The nurse pushing his family, says, ‘Congratulations dad. Your daughter was born 17:13.’

 

Prompted by link

Time was running out and his watch had stopped dead – Dead Deer

Time Was Running Out

The last time he came
Through this grey door
He found the thing that
Is now trying to elude.

So slowly had he entered
that troubled moment
when the sky, the moon,
the clouds, the stars, fell

Yet all is well this blue
And yellow evening
So good it is that
He rushes in without

Time has come, the time
Went well, his song
Not the singer was
All that urges now

Even as his very being
Speeded onward toward
That fateful day he knew
His watch, his time had gone.

 

Today I wrote from 15:08 to 15:18. I was prompted by the idea   here. My other writings here. All my prompted writing here, and my tweets here