
The bus wasn’t due
for ten more minutes, but that didn’t still his impatience as the water ran past
his collar trickling icily down his back. His hair was plastered to his forehead
and he hunched his shoulders against the drizzle. shoving his hands in his
pants pockets, only to pull his left arm out repeatedly to check his watch
again.
He barely noticed
the passing cars and trucks splashing through the puddles along the curb,
spraying his already drenched feet and legs with freezing, muddy water.
His mind focused
only on the anticipated transport and where he needed urgently to be.

She had a glow about
her. Her aura seemed to exude its own light. Her long caramel coloured hair blew
with the breeze, yet not a strand was damp. She wore a bright yellow polka-dotted
raincoat that was untouched by the rain. Even her boots remained unspotted.
He never noticed her
at all, until she stood at his side, holding her umbrella over his head, so
they were both sheltered under its cover.
His eyes left the
oncoming traffic then. As they met hers a warm breeze engulfed him, blowing
over his hair, his face, his clothes.
Only when her golden
gaze left his did he notice the bus he’d so anxiously
waited for had stopped in front of him. He gestured for her to proceed him onto
the bus.
She merely shook her
head with a smile and said, “You go on, I’ll catch the next one. By the way, he'll be okay.”

He spent the journey
to the hospital where his terminally ill son waited ruminating over his
encounter with the lovely golden woman.
As he entered his
son’s hospital room, the doctor turned to him, a triumphant smile belying his world-weary eyes. “I can’t
explain it. It’s some kind of miracle." He looked at the chart in his hand, flipping back and forth through the pages of reports. Tears of hope welled as the man's awed gaze landed on the small boy lying in the bed.
"He’s going to be fine.”
"He’s going to be fine.”
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