The Wait


The sun bearing down on the aluminium roof, was tempered only by the breeze that came from the sea. Eleven year old Mitzy, tired of playing with the cloth dolly, arranged  seashells to form a paisley pattern. She heard her mother groan and shift her weight on the creaking bed.

“Mitzy oh!”

“Yes Mama!”

“Bring the bucket o’ water on the back steps. And put the big pot o’ water fi boil.”


“Then run go tell Miss Esther fi come now.”


Her heart drumming to the pocomania beat, Mitzy flew the quarter mile to the midwife’s house.



I wrote this in response to the March 21, 2019, prompt over at the Carrot Ranch:

In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story that features a bucket of water.

Photo source: Karin Dawn Kelshall (used with permission)


13 thoughts on “The Wait

    1. Glad you enjoyed it. There is poco the religion, but most Jamaicans think of pocomania as a music and dance form, driven drumming and singing.

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  1. The flash begins with the child’s boredom and ends with her heart racing to the pocomania beat. And we understand clearly what is unfolding. Beautiful flash, Jackie. I got to learn what pocomania is!


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