Just a Wee Bit of Panic

Does this ever happen to you?

A close family member – wife, son, daughter – leaves the house, gets in the car and drives off. You say goodbye, have a good day, see you later.

A few minutes go by, and then arises the greatest racket from fire trucks, ambulances and police cruisers. Heading down the main street at lightning speed. You can see them out your kitchen window. They’re heading in the same direction your loved one just did.

And you think, “Oh my God. What if they were in an accident?”

There is an intersection not far from your home where, for some reason, there are a lot of fender benders at least and sometimes more serious crack ups.

Then your mind goes to all the horrible follow-up imaginings. Will a police officer be knocking on your door in the next little while?

Instead, comes a text:

“Anything you want at the store?”

“Can I bring you a coffee?”

“I’m going to stay over at my friend’s tonight, Dad.”

You go sit in the recliner and hug the dog.

©2017 Jim Hagarty

Author: Jim Hagarty

I am a 72-year-old retired journalist, busy recovering from a lifelong career as an unretired journalist. This year marks a half century of my scratching out little fables about life. My interests include genealogy, humour and music. I live in a little blue shack in Canada and spend most of my time trying to stay out of trouble. I am not that good at it. I also spent years teaching journalism. Poor state of journalism today: My fault. I have a family I don't deserve, a dog that adores me, and two cars the junk yard refuses to accept. My prized possessions include my old guitar and a razor my Dad gave me when I was 14 and which I still use when I bother to shave. Oh, and my great-great-grandfather's blackthorn stick he brought from Ireland in the 1850s. I have only one opinion but it is a good one: People take too many showers.