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Dario Bellows The Fateful Moment Suddenly, the phone rang. Tom jumped out of the chair and ran to answer it. No one there. He sat back in the great armchair. He waited for the next call. He was there ever since Olivian was taken to hospital, she was pregnant. Tom sat in the grand brown armchair in the dark room, the floor shining with the polished oak sheen, the walls light cappuccino coloured. The room was empty except for the armchair and the small table in the corner, with the brass telephone lingering on top. He was sick with sadness, Olivian was everything to him. Olivian has been his wife for 4 years, and they were only 26 years old. Olivian has been sick for weeks, he knew it wasn’t healthy to be sick while pregnancy, and when she was rushed down the white stairs, through the tight corridor, out onto the porch, she said “goodbye tom” weakly, then she went into the ambulance. He knew that moment was the last moment she’d see him, the cream coloured house, the green grass, but he had hope. Tom leaned back in the armchair, looked up at the amber ceiling, and fell into a deep sleep, his dreams repeating that fateful moment, when he and Olivian parted on the porch. The phone waked him from his sleep; it’s ringing causing his emotions to tumble into a dark abyss of despair. He got up, shaken, he walked slowly to the phone, knowing what the caller would say, he clasped the brass phone handle, put it to his ear in a slow manner. “Hello is that Mr Tom Ramsey?” said the caller, with a brash tone “Yes” said tom, in a steady voice. The caller said what he expected, But gave extra. The caller continued, “Mr Tom Ramsey, you have a daughter, your wife said her suggested name before she passed away, it was Oliva, do you like it?” said the caller; “yes” was Tom’s reply. Tom sat down, he thought he had nothing to live his life for, but know he has, Olivian must’ve known he needed someone, so she pulled through for Oliva.