Never Say Never
by Ian Curtress
I never forget a face and I
certainly wouldn’t forget hers.
Elegant, Beautiful with a
kindly expression.
How fortunate I thought to
have such a passenger sitting next to me on the
coach.
These were my thoughts when
there was a frightening thud and the sound of
breaking glass.
All was black. My mind and
memory had succumbed to the trauma, oblivious to
the mayhem there must have been.
Upon finally rejoining the
human race I found I was in a rather surprisingly
comfortable hospital bed.
The usual white coats were
around and my head cleared when one came to the
bed and said welcome back old man. Old man I
thought! Only made that remark when he had me at
a disadvantage. Now don’t be picky, at least
you are comfortable.
I was then poked and
prodded, asked a lot of questions, none of which
could I answer, until finally he pronounced I had
been in a coach crash and apart from a few minor
injuries I was ok.
However, why is there
always an however?
However, you suffered
concussion and we put you in a shallow coma until
this morning.
Now it is only a matter of
time before you will be discharged to resume your
normal life.
Funny term that, what is
normal life? can’t remember much of mine.
A beaming nurse approached
and said, you have a visitor.
Walking towards my bed was
this beautiful woman, I never forget a face.
A sense of euphoria swept
over me as she took my hand and kissed my cheek.
Was I in heaven, if this is
concussion, double helpings please.
She suddenly looked puzzled
when I said why have you troubled to visit me, I
know we so enjoyed our conversations on the coach
but to want to see me again is wonderful but
surprising.
She regained her composure
and we indulged in animated conversation.
She seemed to know my likes
and dislikes, my wishes and disappointments, we
were on the same wavelength as they say.
Sadly she had to leave,
visiting hours were over, but teasingly tossed
over her shoulder those magic words. See you
tomorrow!
Sure enough. There she was,
my gorgeous apparition and my long for kiss on
the cheek.
A week had passed and we
seemed to have known each other for years.
However, there’s
always an however! there seemed to be something
different in her manner as she held my hand. Not
unpleasant, just different.
They say you can finish
your recuperation at home now she said in a
slightly cheeky way and you will be discharged on
Friday.
The bottom fell out of my
world.
Had I been living in a fool’s
paradise. I was passionately in love and thought
it would last for ever.
My companion on the coach
had stolen my heart.
She saw the strained look
on my face and explained that my concussion was
improving and it was only a matter of time before
I would be my old self.
I didn’t want to be my
old self. I wanted her, her love, her care.
I blurted out. Will you
still visit me.
She smiled the loveliest
smile I have ever seen and said.
Forever.
I’m your Wife!
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