Tuesday, 04 October 2022

F Fic, Non-fic


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by Kim Bond

I parked my brand new 1999 jet-black Nissan Sentra at Kennestone Hospital. Careful to snatch the piece of paper with the room number scribbled on it, I shuffled through the Georgia heat into the air-conditioned lobby. From there, I rode the elevator to the seventh floor and strolled to my grandmother's room. I peeked my head in. "Hello, Grammy!" She looked as beautiful as ever. She had the appearance of an aged Betty Grable with her ruby lips and poofy white curls. My grandmother was gracefully framed with a hot pink rose bouquet on her left and a fuchsia aster arrangement to her right. Her drab cotton hospital gown was the only detail that matched the rest of the dull-looking room.

"Oh! You scared the dickens out of me! I did not know my favorite nurse was here." She twisted her head slightly away from her roommate towards the door. In spite of her efforts, she could not turn her neck completely since her fall down the stairs twenty years earlier.

"Grandma, it's me—Kim!" Her lack of recognition did not bother me. She had been in and out of hospitals over the past few years, but her mind was usually sharp as a tack. Maybe I could jog her memory. "You used to make me bologna sandwiches with ketchup when I was little. We played Go Fish over and over. If you caught me cheating, you would lay down your cards and say, 'I don't play with cheaters.' Does that help you remember me now?"

"Oh yes! You are the nurse who always visits me. I remember you now." Her cheerful smile overflowed with confidence and delight.

I surrendered and crawled into the empty space next to her tiny body. Grammy scooted to make more room for me. I was small back when I was in my early twenties so the two of us fit comfortably in her hospital bed. Her grumpy roommate glared at me from across the room.

Grammy winked and patted me on the arm. Her gaze turned to the hospital window at the foot of her bed. "Aren't those the most darling children?"

I looked out of the window and saw the tops of sycamore trees reaching up to a pale blue sky. "Grandma, we are on the seventh floor! There are no children out there." Clearly she was confused. Maybe she had some sort of infection that was causing her to hallucinate. Still, I was intrigued. "What do they look like?"

"They are just darling. Look at them! They are flying. You may not see them, but they are there sure as anything. Can't you see them? They are beautiful fairy children."

I lifted my eyebrows and smiled at her. "I can't see them, Grammy. Honestly, I am glad you can though. Have you been watching your soaps?" Normally when I asked this question, she launched into ten different storyline recaps of her favorite soap opera characters. I thought it might snap her back to reality.

"I can't find the clicker."

I searched for the remote control for awhile before discovering a corded remote tucked between her mattress and the bedrail. With a kiss on the cheek, I said, "I just wanted to stop by and say hello on my way to work. Love you, Grammy!"

Grammy turned to her roommate. "She is my favorite nurse." The old lady in the bed next to her grimaced and waved us both off.

My grandmother came home from the hospital before I could visit her again. She returned to normal clearheaded self and never spoke of the fairies again for as long as she lived, but I wonder even now. Were the fairies she saw real? Were they cherubs sent by God to comfort her? It could have been her health of course, but what if it wasn't? What if they are right outside your window peering in at you right now?

It's not crazy to think angels exist. And it is no less spectacular to cherish the little faces of real children playing outside your window (as long as you are on the ground floor, that is).

Kim Bond writes inspirational poetry, wholesome fiction, and relevant personal essays. Her writing appears in over thirty publications. Additionally, she serves as editor for multiple Christian publications. Word lovers are invited to read her poetry blog atwww.drawneartochrist.com/blog.

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