At the bar, my hands shook uncontrollably. Despite efforts to portray my anxiety as job stress or personal dilemma, I was a wreck. Each combination of potential consequences hit me with a renewed sense of panic.
Finally, the phone rang. She said yes. As I drained my glass, the whole world turned fresh and new.
* * * * * FFF-55 Vol. XLVI. Tell a story in exactly 55 words. Go see G-Man.
Of course, despite the flowery composition, that's not a fully-formed thought, but it's a nice rendition of what's always the top layer of any exploration of what it means to wait. Waiting necessarily means not getting what you really want or are expecting right when you want or need it. Waiting means doing something else--sometimes to a maddening end--until such a time as the Wanted and Needed become available. I would be remiss in not mentioning that, usually, if a thing is truly worth waiting for, the wait itself creates a heightened sense of satisfaction once the Wanted and Needed are finally received, but...
...that last bit isn't part of the surface thoughts about waiting. Usually they just go like this: waiting sucks.
Sometimes, things just work out this way… that’s what I told
myself as I slipped the last round into the clip, popped it into place, and
pulled back the slide. It returned with the satisfying sound of aggression.
After a final look, I carefully turned his photo face down.
finally be mine. Tonight.
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FFF-55 Vol. XLV. Tell a story in exactly fifty-five words. Go see G-Man.