A Date With Fate, poetry by LB Sedlacek at Spillwords.com

A Date With Fate

A Date With Fate

written by: LB Sedlacek



It is nearly a quarter past three
when the phone’s ring awakens me.
Only silence on the other end
in rapid succession, I fire off the names of friends.
The only response is a breath and a click.
I count my heartbeats; I count the clock’s ticks.
The dogs howl outside, but not at the moon.
I dive under the covers in my tiny bedroom.
A light rap ricochets on the glass
as I imagine my fate has already been cast.
I hear the familiar squeak of the door.
I crawl under the bed, my face flat on the floor.
My heart thump, thumps, thumps under my skin.
Footsteps are creeping from the kitchen to the den.
Then down the hallway and past the bath.
I try to come up with a plan – an escape path.
I can do nothing, but hide under the bed.
My heartbeat pounding, my mind filled with dread.
The covers are lifted and light floods in.
Two beady eyes and a wide toothy grin.
And I remember, today is the day my cousin was flying in!

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