Gathered round the hospital bed, the family waited for Terry's final moment. His five children had been told to try to hold it together by their grandma, Terry's mother, but they were all too upset to prevent the tears.
Debbie, his wife, stood stoically behind her quintet of offspring, eyes closed, hands clasped together, praying.
She prayed for the little ones.
She prayed for his mother.
She prayed for the end of the secret physical and mental abuse he'd inflicted upon her.
She prayed for her other secret, the life insurance.
She prayed for him... to get on and die.
Michael D. Brooks over 7 years ago
Nothing like a bit of abuse to inspire and motivate prayer and its payoff...uh, payout. Nice one.
Neville Hunt over 7 years ago
Thanks, Michael.
Neville Hunt over 7 years ago
Thanks very much, Drew. I don't know the Browning poem, but I'll check it out.
Neville Hunt over 7 years ago
Drew, it is 'Childe Roland to the Dark Tower Came' - Robert Browning. Very long so will read it this evening! Thanks for educating me! :-)