|Posted on June 10, 2010 at 2:51 PM|
The story isn't done but I just wanted to post a little blurb.
The stony path leading down toward my bungalow is dimly lit by the moonlight streaming through the canopy above. A coconut falls in the canopy, crashes through layers of dense monkey tail ferns, and abundant other flora, onto a bungalow nearby with suchenormous force that it sounds as if a gunshot has been fired. I pause for a moment and glance up into the darkened forest but see only outlines of shadowy ferns. I continue to step lightly over rounded moss covered stones and rotted sticks until I come onto the deck which leads to my bungalow. I tip toe to my front door, careful not to wake up the girls in the other rooms, gently turn the nob and slide the door open. I flick the light switch and glance around the room. The maid, like every other day, has been in and changed the bedding. A swan made of towels lies motionless upon the foot of the bed. A stream of pink orchids and Brazilian red cloak flowers surround her.
I flop down on my bed and take out the rectangular box Emily had bought me earlier at the local grocery mart. I squint to read the writing on the box for a moment before realizing it is in Spanish and therefore reading it would do me little good. I then try my hand at opening the box. I slide my fingers under the glued cardboard side and quite easily open the box. I dump the contents out onto the palm of my right hand – a set of instructions and a flat, pen like device. Then I slide the lid off to expose a rectangular, white, felt-like tip. To the left side there is a noval cut out with a vertical dark pink line on the right. I look at the back of the box and see instructions, of course in Spanish, demonstrating that if another pink line appears – embarazada. I take a deep breath in and out and take notice of the nervousness pumping through my entire body.
I quietly take the device with me outside my bungalow and step down a small set of stairs that leads to the washroom. Once inside, I sit down on the toilet and pee into a small glass cup I had specifically placed there earlier in the day for this occasion. I stick the felt tip of the device into the glass. Immediately another vertical line appears next to the dark pink one. I stare at the two pink lines appearing on the device now sitting in the cup for what feels like forever. Though it could only have been a few minutes. Embarazada.
I think for a moment if I should go back to my room and think or take Emily up on her offer to share the news. A feeling of loneliness creeps into me when I imagine myself sitting in my room alone so I quickly grab my flashlight and walk back up the stony walkway toward Emily’s bungalow. I hardly notice the frog ribbits and other creature sounds of the night, which usually would send a few shivers through my body, for I am far too focused on reaching her room as quickly as possible. I knock lightly at the door. The door creaks open and Emily peaks her head out. When she sees me she exclaims, “I’m so happy you came by! Come in,” she says as she opens the door wider and steps aside so I may pass. We both sit down on the edge of her bed. My palms lay flat on the mattress behind me and I lean backward into the weight of my arms.
I take in a deep breath, “My intuition was right,” I divulge.
She remains calm and thinks for a moment before asking, “So how are you feeling?”
“Well,I’m relieved...and I’d say I’m happy. I just had a feeling... you know when you get that sensation in the pit of your stomach that’s trying to tell you something? Yeah – that feeling. So it is a nice relief to finally find out, but I’m in the middle of the rainforest in Costa Rica with no way of contacting the outside world. A relief very short lived,” I laugh.
“I know what you mean,” she says, “I love it here, but I want to go home.”
“It’s funny how we can be in the middle of a paradise with delicious meals served to us three times a day, our beds made every day, abundant walking trails, beautiful forest, sights of the ocean, toucans and sloths, yet we can find ways to be unhappy,” I confide.
“I know. I feel bad. I wanted this trip to get away from everything but I feel more lonely and depressed being so far away from my family.”
“Yeah,I understand. But I bet once we arrive home we’ll miss this place and at last we’ll be able to savour the splendour that dwells here.”
“And I will miss you,” Emily confesses.
I nod in agreement, “I will miss you too.”
“You’re gonna make a great mom Salena,” she assured.
“Thank you...I hope so. I just can’t wrap my mind around it. I’m gonna be a mom!” I exclaim.
TO BE CONTINUED