The waiting. It’s always the waiting that eats her up. Judy never saw this coming. She’s never been like this before. Growing up she looked up to her parents.
Growing up was easy. They loved each other. And they loved her. She was an only child but never did she feel alone. And today she waits. She’s not more alone now than she was as a child. But still, she waits. Alone.
Sometimes Harry will call. Leave her a message. Tell her he’s coming. Sometimes just to tell her he misses her. Sometimes he just drops by, unannounced. And she waits.
The night is the worst time. Catching glimpses out the window, hoping. If only she could just go there. If only.
She missed them. Misses what they had. If only…
Maybe Harry will sense her loneliness. Maybe Harry will hear her. Maybe tonight is the night Harry will come to her and finally be with her. No more waiting. No more looking out the window in search for his headlights, in search for love.
Somehow, though, she knows. She’ll be looking out again…
This is a Magpie Tale.