This week there are two prompts I have chosen:
Gathering her brows like gathering storm, Nursing her wrath to keep it warm
Mum is standing at he door, tapping her foot, its clear how agitated she is. It’s been over an hour since she called and Tommy hasn’t yet come in. There is one thing that irritates mum more than anything else and it’s keeping her waiting.
She has this way of tapping her foot, its her way of betraying her anger, added to that there is the face she pulls.
It’s a cross between a pout and a scowl. Jokingly we call it a powl.
But no one jokes now. Things are getting serious, as she has sent dad out to find him. Mum will only call once and then if we don’t come there’s a lot of answering to do. Tonight I look at her and as time stretches her face is telling me of her concerns. As much as we hate to see her worked up like now, I feel sorry for her, as she doesn’t deserve to be placed in a position like this. I don’t feel sorry for Tommy, as I know where he is, down at the pinball parlor with his mates, totally oblivious to the time.
I know mum is worried about him, I see it in her stance which is becoming more rounded the longer she stands there waiting.
Then she’s upright again, I sure with as much relief as her rising anger as dad and Tommy round the corner.
standing at the door
tapping foot, anger rising
relief he’s home now.