Creative Writing Challenge: 2 a.m. Photo
It’s 2 a.m. and your phone has just buzzed you awake,
filling the room in white-blue LED light.
You have a message. It’s a photo.
No words, no explanation. Just a photo.
Tell us all about it. And what happens next.
am trying to stay awake. I am continually whispering prayers. But, I know it could be a long night. Should I fall asleep so I am alert when I finally get a text? I doze off numerous times, and quickly awaken, grabbing my phone to see if I have missed a message. My husband groggily asks me if I have heard from them yet. “No,” as I sigh deeply. It’s been over seven hours since we’ve heard anything. I am hoping and praying all is well. I am worried about my daughter and hoping my son-in-law is staying awake. I drift off to sleep, again.
I awaken with abruptness. My husband sits up quickly too. “Get the phone!” he says too loudly in the quietness of the night. We both heard the text message buzzing. I had my phone on extra loud. There’s a blue glow lighting up our darkened bedroom. I grab the phone too quickly and it bounces out of my hand onto the floor, upside down. I lean over our bed and grab it again, and turn it around. There’s no words, just this picture:
Just a little hand. But what a precious tiny, perfect hand . . . My grandbaby’s hand!
“Didn’t they say anything?” my husband asks. He does not have his glasses on.
“No, there’s no message, but the baby must be here! Let’s go!” I say excitedly, as I leap out of bed! They said they’d let us know when the baby is here, and then we could come up to the hospital. I guess they want to leave us in some suspense . . . no details. No little nose to see whose nose it resembles. No name or if it’s a girl or boy.
Just that hand. I cannot wait to put my finger in the palm and have the baby grip my finger.
I am a grandma! I can barely contain my excitement!
(this story is fiction . . . but is written in anticipation of our first grandchild
to make its appearance in September!!