wordsout by Godfrey Rust                                       Welcome To The Real World  53 of 59 →  HOME            


28th February 2007 - Gloomy Trees

The cure

Wondering, she watched as arm in arm they drew
towards the car, walking so silently. 

Her nerves stretched taut as an elastic band.
The February day grew monochrome. 

What's next? she said, braced for the brutal cure
of radio- or chemo-therapy,

but her friend smiled her brave, familiar smile:
Heaven's next was all she said, and they drove home.