FIFTEEN MINUTES

                                                        Written by DAF


He was expecting more traffic for this time of the day but it was relatively quiet. If he was to tell anybody about it they would find it hard to believe him. There was always a traffic jam at this time of the day in this part of the city, so he thought luck was with him. They drove in silence, his mother, a hard woman at the best of times, did not even make any comment on how free-flowing the traffic was and so it was that they drove in silence for the best part of the hour and a half journey. It wasn't exactly a cold day. The winter had been mild for this time of the year and Christmas was not that far off, but his mother was dressed expecting the worst and in spite of the heater on in the car kept her leather gloves on, one hand on top of the other in a tight grip as if she was trying to stop her hand from running away from her body. Her woolen coat, creamy colour with black and dark blue specks buttoned to the neck, and brown sensible leather shoes gave the woman the appearance of somebody who had not the time of day to stand and gossip with friend or stranger. The expression on her face had that determined look about it, it was already giving out the definitive message that she did not want to talk nor did she look left or right but straight ahead. She had a mission or was it that she was arranging her thoughts in her head, no matter what, he thought at least she could be 'happy', or say some words, for this was the day her husband, and Eric's father was being let home from the hospital and in nice time to be with his family for Christmas.

 

 Eric parked his old but still good car at the side of the road opposite the place where he was buying a second-hand compressor to help him in his work. He already put a cash deposit down as a down payment for the compressor which was being serviced before he handed over the final amount of cash. What luck he thought to himself, to find a parking space right opposite the tool shop as he was parking the car. The last time he was here he had to park some distance away and on top of that he got a parking ticket for five minutes over the time, he was remembering as he turned off the engine. Turning to his mother with her stone face look, he told her he would be a couple of minutes, he wanted to check on a compressor he was buying. She did not answer him, just sat there looking ahead. This kind of 'game' she played was not new to him and he called it the 'poor-me-game'. Eric got out of the car, no point in wasting time for some response he thought as he was entering the tool shop. He was pleased with the way the compressor was being serviced, this is money well spent even though cash was tight for him now he was thinking to himself as he was getting back into the car. ''You were fifteen minutes'', she was not asking, but in that tone of voice, she was telling. ''Sorry ... we will still be on time, don't worry''. No, she was not worried, she knew they would be on time, but still, it was her way of reminding Eric that she still had some authority over him. She never had anything good to say to him at any time in his life. There never was a 'mother-son' relationship between them and Eric tried not to let it bother him even though it did. It always did.

 

 ''Look ... there's the hospital now and we are still on nice time'', Eric said, as he was pulling into a parking space not too far from the main door. ''You were fifteen minutes'', she said as she got out of the car and didn't bother to close the door after her. Now it started to rain. ''She will have something to say about that too'', Eric thought as he was locking up the car, and sure enough, as he was thinking about it out it came, like spitting venom from a cobra. ''If it were not for fifteen minutes we would not be caught in this rain now''. Eric looked up to the Heavens in surrender. Better not to answer, instinct was telling him, as they walked up the granite steps to the main door. She was in front with a stride that showed military-like determination, and that was the body language she was sending out for all and sundry to see. It was one of those doors that opened on the pressure of your foot but for some reason, it did not respond to her presence, like it was blocking her way, and it was only when Eric got to the door did the sensors do their job as if they recognized Eric, just like the doorman in posh hotels. If looks could kill Eric was a dead man, ten times over.

 

 Hospital smells took over their senses as they entered. A blind man could tell where he was if he found himself there for no reason. Eric was 'sharp' on body language, honed at an early age from watching his mother for signs that would have some effect on him. He would joke to friends later on in life that it was 'body language' he learned first before he could speak. He was doing it now, as it was his habit always to survey the surroundings and people in any situation, but it came automatically to him, it was his survival instincts kicking in and right now it was in top form for he noticed a small group of doctors huddled together to one side of the reception desk that when Eric and his mother entered they look directly at them as if they were standing naked in a church. His mother had not noticed them even though the doctors were now walking towards them as if trying to stop them from entering the hospital. It wasn't until they were marching in formation, as was the way to show unity as the group and blocking their way did Eric's mother notice them. ''We are sorry to inform you that your husband died fifteen minutes ago, we did all we could for him, but .....'' 

 

 Eric turned to his right and walked towards the lifts. His mind went into a muddle of thoughts. He just wanted to be with his father. His mother collapsed onto the polished floor like a rag doll losing all control of herself and her emotions. ''Fifteen minutes'' he kept saying to himself over and over as the lift climbed its way up. ''Fifteen minutes'', he said out loud as he held his father's cold hand as death was now 'claiming' the body, pulling him further and further away from Eric. Eric stood there riveted to the floor feeling the life drain from his own body and waiting for some response that will never, ever, come to him ...


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