Kinzah Rehan: English Creative Writing

NEED MOTIF OF EITHER THE WATCH OR THE GARDEN (MAYBE BOTH)

Another late night Ms Vendelin?

I hear a soft voice that could only belong to my dear secretary, Darcy. I
quickly glance at my rose gold watch to check the time, the same watch
my beloved son, Dimitri gifted to me on the last birthday of his existence,
I feel tears threatening to spill *ADD A SIMILIE IN HERE* but manage to
contain myself. I turn around to face Darcy and find her standing in the
doorway of my lab holding her bag and keys. After many failed attempts
to persuade me to go home early we finally exchange good byes. I dont
tell her this but I cant help but feel as though the clouds have finally
disappeared tonight, Im ready for the sun to return.
So with a smile on my face, the first smile in months, I return to my
workspace eager to continue the mission Ive been on for months. The
mission to find a cure for cancer, for the sake of my beloved Dimitri.
I remember it as if were yesterday, my inquisitive son, Dimitri was battling
cancer at such a tender age. As I pushed his wheelchair through the
luscious rainforest that was the hospital garden, he asked a question,
which had crossed my mind numerous times but never required any
thought because, to me, the answer was obvious.

Mummy will you think about me when I die?

Of course, sweetie, how could I ever forget you?

The wind had been crisp that morning, even within the walls of the
hospital garden. We had both buried our chins in our scarves to prevent
the cold air from piercing our flesh with its biting chill. Dimitri had his arms
twisted around his body like flames licking a piece of fire wood.
As I wheeled my bundle of joy back away from the cold, white walls of the
hospital ward consumed us, mother and son. The thought of Dimitri
leaving had never crossed my mind, presumably because it had seemed
like he had only just entered the world, why would I ever think of him
leaving, regardless of the current situation. But Dimitri wasnt a child
anymore, he knew what was happening, he was aware of his current
situation. After all the hospitals visits and tests and needles, he had
accumulated a hundred and one questions which he decided to drown me
in on our daily garden walks.
We had almost reached his cosy room when Dimitri let out a spine-tingling
scream. It was at that moment that I knew everything was falling apart.
The nurses rushed over immediately and took control. From then on
everything was a blur, it all happened so fast.
His fragile hands in mine as we had our last discussion, the sound of his
weak voice, the look on his tired face still bearing a smile while his sky
blue eyes showed unmasked fear while Death stood at his bedside ready
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to consume him. I continue working with that memory accompanying my

thoughts, similar to every night since his passing.
I cant believe it, I glance back at my watch and realise Ive been working
on this experiment for the past 2 hours. I allow myself a brief look at the
photo frame sitting on the far right corner of my bench space. I see the
enchanting eyes of my handsome son staring back at me. Then it dawns
on me, theres an error in my equation, the same equation that Ive been
relying on for the past 6 months! Seas of frustration and realisation flood
me at once. I gather my writing equipment, and frantically scribble down
notes. All that is heard throughout the building is the purring coming from
my computer, this soft silence is broken by the sound of heels rushing
down the corridor to the supplies room. Moments later, the same sound of
heels is heard rushing back to the laboratory.

With trembling hands, I reassemble the experiment to cater for this newly
discovered equation. I watch as the two liquids flow throw each tube and
after undergoing a series of reactions eventually the product is released
into the glass beaker. I pause for a moment, all feelings of impatience
leave me at once. I slowly move down to eye level with the beaker, time
passes by as I remain frozen staring at the liquid inside. I hold the glass
beaker upto the light the examine the liquid, then it finally hits me. Im
holding a potential cure for cancer, the human race is finally one step
closer to saving itself from an exhaustive amount of heartbreak, and a
part of that is held between my very own fingertips at this very moment.
Dimitri would be proud.

BRIEF FLASHBACK TO THE GARDEN

Trial Mark: 13/15