Waiting - A Short Story

She sat by the window just looking out. Everyday, she just sat. She knew they would come again. She was sure of that. How could they not come again? They came everyday. They came for their prize. The prize that would give them what they had wanted, what they had needed. Why would today be any different? They wouldn't disappoint her, would they? She knew if she sat long enough they would be back. Today was no exception. All she'd have to do was wait.

The radio was blaring; she could hear it where she sat. The weatherman announced a storm warning, 90 Km winds followed by heavy rain. What a terrible day this was going to turn out to be, weather wise anyway. She wondered if maybe they wouldn't come in the rain. When she thought back in her mind she remembered that sometimes they didn't come in the rain. Sometimes, they didn't come. Oh no, they must come. They must come for her. She needed to see them. She anxiously waited for there arrival. She wasn't going to take the chance of not sitting and waiting. She just had to wait. So she found the comfiest chair in the house by the window and just sat. She knew if she waited long enough they would come. They had to come. She knew they would have to come.

The rain hammered the windows in great succession like carpenters finishing their job. The winds started to roar with the sounds of a great lion letting you know it was there. The weather had all the makings of a scary movie and she was the star. Her mind drifted to the last time she saw them. How wonderful, but she hadn't been ready. Today, she was ready. Today would be her day and she was ready. Today, she'd great them. As only she could. If only they would come. She had wondered if they might not come today. After she had waited for so long for them. How could they not come. She knew what was waiting for them and she knew they must come.

The wind blew the back door open and she jumped. She practically jumped out of her skin. What a sound. She had thought somebody better close that door and she knew she wasn't going to do it. It wasn't her place to close the door. She had hoped that the people who occupied her house would have heard the great sound of the door.

The man she lived with entered the room where she was sitting. She thought, I hope he doesn't want to sit in my comfy chair. He had his newspaper and she thought she might have to move. He loomed over her like a giant monster ready to devour a little morsel. He tapped her on the head and said "No birds for you today, Missie". She moved waiting for another day where she could greet the birds in her own special way.