The fear is always there, regardless of how you try to repress it. It follows until it finds the most opportune moment then draws itself over you like a rain cloud.
Fingers fiddle with the phone. The dailer remains on screen, the number entered and awaiting the final confirmation.
Make the call.
But what if the truth turns out to much to bear?
Are these days limited? Will I soon begin to waste away? Will I depart and leave my children with barely developed memories?
Will I leave never accomplishing something great?
Or will this all be a scare?
There was one, now two more accompany it.
Please let this be a false discovery.


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