DOZ Issue 39 January 2019 - Page 33

but things were starting to look good for them, John was going to church regularly, he had gotten a new job as a salesman, and he had confessed to her that he had been cheating on her and she had led him back to Christ. John had promised to make it up to her; he promised to give her and their children, Ellie and Lenora a good life. Dying in a car accident wasn’t part of the promises he made to her. She staggered backward and slumped to the ground. *** Two years later…. Hope just put little Moses to bed when she heard a frantic knock on her door. She said a quick prayer in her heart as she hurried toward the door; there had been a terrible snowstorm for almost a week, so she wasn’t expecting anyone to call on her. The blizzard was so awful that she couldn’t even go to the grocery store and it was announced on the news that no one should risk going out. Her food supply was fast running out, and she didn’t know how long the snowstorm would last. She peeped through the keyhole and saw a man on her porch; he was wearing a black coat with a faux fur trim hood, which wasn’t doing an excellent job of keeping him warm as he appeared to be shivering slightly. She couldn’t see his face properly, but she sensed that he needed help. She opened the door, and the man started to walk toward her, but he fell. She shrieked and quickly ran to him. She helped him to his feet and took him into the house. He looked familiar. “Hi Mrs. Simms, I’m Doctor Steve Woods…” He managed to say. “My car broke down on the main road, and I had to walk for miles before I got here. He looked very familiar. Where had she seen this man before? She wondered. “You know who I am?” She asked. “Yes. I do. It’s a small community and I ….” He suddenly stopped. “What?” “I was the doctor on duty the night your husband died. I broke the news to you.” He added, his voice slightly above a whisper. Suddenly, the memories of that dreadful day two years ago came rushing back and flooding her romised to John had p to her; he make it up ive her and to g nd promised ren, Ellie a their child d life. Dying oo Lenora a g ident wasn’t c in a car ac promises he e th f o part er. made to h head. Now she knew why he looked so familiar. The room was quiet for a while, and then Hope broke the awkward silence. “Ah, yes of course. Now I remember.” She paused and then continued. “Yes. It’s a small community we live in,” she said. “Please, may I use your telephone to call my mechanic?” “The phone is dead,” she replied. “Besides, your mechanic will probably freeze to death before he gets to your car. I’m sure your wife will be worried about you…” “I’m not married.” He said. His breathing was labored, and he looked tired and in dire need of some rest. Hope shooed her daughters out of the way and helped him into the guest room. She gave him some of John’s clothes to wear and made a cup 33 of hot chocolate for him. “Thank you…” He said, “I hate to impose on you like this…I will leave as soon as it’s dawn.” She shook her head and hastily fled from the room. His presence, his voice, brought back all the memories she had tried so hard to forget. She served him some leftovers from dinner and then put the girls to bed. The blizzard had worsened by the next morning, so Doctor Woods couldn’t leave, and Hope was starting to worry because she didn’t know how long they would be stuck together in her home. She was okay for him to stay the night but no more. It would be best if he left. He reminded her of things she wanted to forget and besides her food supply was running low, it was not the time to have a house guest. He must have read her mind because by evening, he walked up to her as she sat in the kitchen lost in her thoughts. “Mrs. Simms, are you okay?” He asked. “Please call me Hope, Doctor Woods.” She answered wearily. “You must also call me Steve,” He replied. “You seem worried. If I am the cause of your worries, then I will leave right away.” She chuckled and then looked at him. “Don’t be silly. You may die before you make it to the front yard.” She stated. She was right, and he acknowledged it with a nod and a half-smile. “I’m sorry,” he whispered. “For what?” “I couldn’t save your husband’s life that day,” he explained somewhat helplessly. “I did all I could. But he had already lost a lot of blood.” DOZ Magazine | January 2019