Possibility

Possibility 

Somewhere a man sits by his wife’s bedside, tears in his eyes as he gazes upon her deteriorating form. There is a small chance she’ll survive. The doctors weren’t very confident as they said it though. 

The thought of living the rest of his life without her scares the man beyond belief. But it maybe be a reality he will have to accept. 

Across the world a storm is striking. A little girl sits and cries in the underground crawlspace of her now destroyed house, wondering and praying desperately that her family got away before the storm hit. 

The dull beeping of the machines that are hooked into his wife have become nothing but background noise to the man now. For a moment his wife opened her eyes and mouthed words to him that he couldn’t comprehend at the moment. He was far too hollow inside to accept that the possibility of her survival was steadily dwindling. 

The girl stops her crying for just a second. There is a pounding coming from above her, from the door to the safe haven she’s shut herself in. But the sound of the storm billowing outside frightens the girl. She hears a voice cry out to her before the wind silences them forever. The girl curls into a ball and accepts that the possibilities of her survival is all but zero by now. 

Without a sound the man watches as the men in surgeon uniforms wheel away his wife’s unmoving body. 

A few hours later the man decides to turn on the television. He sits forward in his seat as the news reporters cover live video feed of a small, bruised, and broken girl crawling out of what was once her home. 

On the inside the man repeats a phrase his wife always used to say to him. 

“Possibilities are not endless, nothing is. Everything has its limits. Possibilities are not endless, but the ideas and drive they create, that is truly without limits.”