Sheila switched the channel of the TV with the hope to hear something pleasant, but all local channels had the same thing to say. It was as if different faces, but reciting the same script.
“Sheesh! How can I pick up my son from school if such a report keeps blasting?”
Tensed she picked up the receiver to call the school authorities.
After hearing from the other end, she put down the receiver, and now could only hope for a miracle.
“This man ought to get caught or else the kids will be in the lockdown overnight, and that is just not a pleasant thing.” She pleaded while clearing the mess on the table.
Cooking was on the itinerary but the thought of the household being separated at dusk did not give her the encouragement to prepare a meal more so the fact that her clan will be in different directions in the same town, and that tore her heart wondering how an agitated mind with a deadly weapon can change the lifestyle of the whole city.
Eyes were going back n forth from the TV monitor to the hands of the clock. Alas! Her mind refused to wander any place else. Thus, time was not easy to kill.
Just then a particular noise made her squeal. She concentrated on where that sound was coming, and rushed towards her window. She peeped cautiously from her blinds, to see a chain of cop cars speeding down her street.
She conjoined her hand with the hope of a miracle and a wish that this plight be-gone.
With her ears still transfixed to the window, she heard her phone ring. She dashed towards it, with her heart beating so loud that she could hardly hear her footsteps.
She pressed the TALK button and shouted a quick Hello.
An automated voice made her eyes moist and her knees wobbly; as a result, she was forced to sit down.
She hung up the phone, and bowed in gratitude. Never in her life had she felt so lonely. She wished this day never befell anyone… anywhere.
Within a few minutes, she was wearing a smile and walking towards her kid’s school and was aware of how appreciative her surroundings could be. She was courteous and dared to have an eye contact with people whom she avoided. When she reached home with that innocent, tiny, warm hand safely tucked in her elbow, she was thankful for the judicial system that could bring down the man who had created havoc in the minds, homes and lives of many by his evil deed.
Note from the Author:
"This was a narration of an event in my life that made me ponder over a normal versus a day full of action."