Lumps and all

Lumps and all…

Did the lump just go away in his sleep?
He had been measuring it the night before, and imagining the worst.
His friend in the wheelchair had given him flowers yesterday, out of her kindness. Was she trying to tell him something?
He wasn’t sure. But the lump had vanished in the night, and he wasn’t sure if that meant he was now in the clear-at least in terms of health.
I mean, she had been in the hospital for nearly a year, and still had flickering lights on her wheel chair, and always said-“You have to bring the party, wherever you go, or there won’t be one, that day.”
He believed her, as she did elevate the atmosphere each day, aside from that dark year, when she was gone.
He could at least do that much, he thought.
Yet, this lump had been developing while she was gone, and he was sure it ran in the family.
But, then today, this very morning, he awoke and it was mysteriously gone.
He rushed to cafe to tell her he was fine.
She had not arrived yet, but there he was, waiting on the party to arrive.
Lumps and all, but today, lumpless, and thinking it had to do with her.