The Definition of Wholeness
by Melanie Hemry
Diane Huff stretched as the early morning light streamed through the window of her home in Paradise, Texas. After all these years, she and her husband, Charlie, still enjoyed having settled here when their jobs with Delta Airlines brought them to Texas. They’d found Paradise to be a combination of what they’d longed for: close enough to the airport to be accessible, far enough from the city to allow them to enjoy rural life and a great place to raise a family.
As she stretched, Diane felt an ache in her side.
What was that about? She hadn’t been sick. Hadn’t had any symptoms while working as a flight attendant, or during the last four 10-hour days as an instructor.
Diane glanced over at the comfy bed she’d just left. Sleeping in was what days off were made for. Crawling into bed, she snuggled up to her pillow and slept. A while later, she woke. The ache in her side had intensified.
Downstairs, Diane found Charlie.
“I have an appointment in town,” she said. “For some reason, my side aches. Would you mind driving me?”
“I’m at your service,” Charlie said with a smile.
After her appointment, Diane pointed across the street.
BVOV : 13
