The silence was almost deafening in the church, as Paul sat on the hard pew, his phone cradled in his hand. The email he’d been desperate for, had given up on, had arrived moments before. And now he was here, he had her number, and yet, something held him back. He’d waited three years for this moment, and he couldn’t bring himself to hit the call button. A door behind him creaked, and he hurriedly turned the phone face over, and pretended to look around, as he waited for the footsteps to shuffle past and leave him to his contemplations. It was enough to bring him to his senses. He’d waited three years. He’d flown halfway around the world on a whim when she called. What more was he waiting for now? The door was still swinging slightly as he pushed it open and blinked in the brightness of the day outside. Paul moved away from the crowds on the footpath, took a deep breath, and hit call.
For Visual Dare 12 : Waiting. So slightly over the word limit, but I felt I couldn’t cut those last 17 words without losing something from the scene. A little snippet from Lauren and Paul. I’m not sure if I’ve posted anything on the blog, from the chapter this scene belongs to. EDIT: yes, yes I have. This scene comes later, after this snippet.