The Light in Their Eyes - Tuesday Tales

Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! Happy Tuesday and time for another edition of Tuesday Tales. This week I take you  to my (still yet unnamed) new young adult WIP, to include the word, "light". Please enjoy!

“Look, look, he kissed her again!” Little girl giggles broke out across the darkened room.
“What do you think that’s like?”
“I don’t know but, it looks silly.”
Suddenly, light illuminated the sterile room, hindering the “show” the two young girls watched, causing them to squint against the sudden irritation. “Hey, we can’t see the movie anymore.”
“What in the world are you talking about?” The older gentleman doctor sauntered across to where the young ladies sat. “Your television isn’t even turned on.”
“No, not on TV, see!” Patsy, the little girl with dark brown ringlets pointed toward the window.
Doctor Hawley bent forward and peered intently through the heavy single pane window. A drive-in theater screen danced with the action of a film a few blocks from the hospital. With the lights out in their shared hospital room, the little girls could see the muted action of the actors across the visible white screen.
“Will you turn the light off now, Doctor Hawley? Penny and I can’t finish the movie.” Patsy delicately whined.
“I’m not all together sure you need to see what’s going on in that movie. It looks like it’s for big people only.” Doctor Hawley cocked one eyebrow and looked from Patsy to Penny with a hearty smile.
 “Oh, we’re big enough. I’m almost as tall as my big brother.” Penny bragged and sat up straighter in her hospital bed.
“Are you now, Penny? I forget how quickly you are growing up.” Doctor Hawley pleasantly acknowledged her little girl ego. “But, I need to leave the light on for a few minutes because I need to talk with you both and see how the day went. I know you want out of here as quickly as possible. Right?”
“As much as I miss my mommy and daddy, I think I’ll miss Patsy terribly when it’s time for me to go home.” Penny’s eyes drooped and her mouth turned down into a sad scowl.
“I’ll miss you too, Penny. But, I’ll be so happy when we both don’t hurt anymore, then we can play outside for real.” Patsy countered with a maturity only a few children her age could manifest. With a heavy sigh she repeated her childhood desire, “I’ll be oh so happy when we don’t hurt anymore…”
 Now that you've read my contribution to TT, please visit my creative friends over at our main blog, Tuesday Tales for their take on the word prompt "light".

Comments

Sherry Gloag said…
I thoroughly enjoyed this :-)
January 29, 2013 at 1:32 PM
Tai Vicari said…
This was really nice. What do they have? I'm so curious to know.
January 29, 2013 at 7:42 PM
An Open Book said…
I applaud you Davee, new adult is a tough genre and this one sounds like a winner.

Hurt anymore? very intriguing

Dawne
January 29, 2013 at 8:29 PM
Iris B said…
Great scene. I like the opening line very much and I thought you were spot on with the girs' dialogue and their way of thinking. Really enjoyed it.
January 30, 2013 at 4:03 AM
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