So when I did get to writing (after tonight's episode of Supernatural), I got in 1,906 words. That puts the running total up to 29,134. Grin.
Here's the excerpt from today's writing:
It was a long
night at the hospital. It was cool in Abeni’s room so Amara made sure both she and
the young girl had blankets. What they got looked well used and thin but were
surprisingly warm.
The social worker
put the television on until Abeni drifted off. Then she turned it to a music
channel and lowered the volume. Just high enough to mask the unusual sounds
drifting in from the hall from time to time.
She supposed they weren’t unusual for a hospital but certainly not
something normally expected to hear at home. She didn’t want anything to
disturb the girl. If what the other family members told her was even remotely
true, they all had a stressful evening.
Amara watched
Abeni sleep. Her face looked so sweet and serene. She couldn’t imagine seeing
that face contorted in a fit of rage or worse, a seizure. Poor baby.
Closing her eyes,
Amara prayed softly, “Lord, please watch over Abeni here. I know she wasn’t
raised to know you but I was taught all little children belong with you and that
you care for them. Please protect her and keep her safe. She deserves…”
“Shut up, bitch,”
a man’s voice spat out.
Amara stopped
praying and her eyes flew open. She looked around the room. Only she and Abeni
were there in the room. The girl’s eyes were still closed while her chest rose
and fell in slumber.
Amara rose to her
feet and looked towards the half opened door. Not seeing anyone, she crossed
the room in her bare feet and checked the hallway. She saw no one. Feeling
silly, she turned and stooped to check under the bed. Nothing; she didn’t even
see a dust bunny—a plus for the hospital cleaning staff.
The remainder of
the night was quiet and Amara did eventually fall asleep in the recliner next
to Abeni’s bed.
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