Finding Us (An Older Fiction Story I Wrote)

        They sat, in the darkness and silence, waiting, wondering what would happen. In the void they remained, anxious, simply wanting an answer; then she rose. A light pierced the tension with the flick of a switch. She looked at an indicator, mustering all the hope she could, still it wasn't enough. Negative told her no, told them no, and they went and sat for a moment, silently.

         "Would it ever change? Would there ever be a third to their little duo of marriage?, they both wondered. A T.V. was turned on, and they watched, together in silence, while they were finding "us" and didn't know it.

         It was days and they returned to life, left the disappointment the best they could, and dared to hope again. Another day. Another eight hours. Another moment to....become three. A few more days and they were sitting again, found in the void of waiting, of great tension, and a light pierced the unknown. A simple switch changed it all, of a willingness to hope, get up and not stay in the despair and disappointment, and it was rewarded. This positively changed everything. They were finding us, after several years...all four of them. Twins grew their duo into parenthood, quickly. It took years, but only a moment to get up, walk toward redemption, and find the blessing of faith when there seems no reason to believe in any good possible.

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