POSSIBILITIES

Debarkation...and...things to care of...

 

 

 

 

I sit in the grand hall of the ship with hundreds

of other passengers waiting for instructions

regarding our next move

there is much  tumult, people hauling luggage

muttering their goodbyes, hugs, laughs

porters assisting passengers

quite a scene from the other thirteen days at sea

The hall is quite ornate with gilded cupids

On the walls, droopy chandeliers like twinkling

stars in the dark

a majestic marble staircase with radiant brass hand rails

hand-woven Turkish carpets  hither and yon

Comfortable divans, couches, and ottomans

 

 

I await a note from the concierge  to advise the name of a doctor and a place to stay for a few days near the hospital

my apprehension  enhances as I muse about all the possibilities before my eyes, some of which terrify me

Is it credible that I could be with child?

a moment’s reflection about the crossing

can it be that without the interlude with

the gentleman on board, that the sailing

might have been utterly boring?

ti's an awkward matter to broach

yet I cannot completely delete it from my mind

 

At once, I have two notes from the concierge

one, guiding me to Hotel Atlas in the Hounslow Borough

of London

the second note includes the name and address of a doctor in a clinic, a walking distance from my hotel, no appointments necessary

I am in a frenzy yet I shall try to comport myself

 

The Concierge calls a Hackney Cab

I await, trembling like a dog out in the frigid

sense loneliness and distress

long to be with my soldier at this moment

Not a soul to condole with me

I still stew over what may transpire

in a matter of days

must cease this appalling demeanor

t'is harmful to me and to my soldier

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

Thank you for reading this Series

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

Our heroine is dealing with apprehension here. She fears she may be pregnant and needs access to living quarters and medical care. The ship's concierge has obliged by obtaining the names of a hotel and a clinic near it. Now she must steel herself to learn what her next step will be. We must remember this is 1945.

[Betty Hermelee]

Thank you John for a perfect review!
Warmly, B