No prompt. Just a vignette.

Creaking steps
signal their return
The visitors gather
before the statue
Bright sunlight surrounds the area
but stops at the door

When the surgeon hesitates
he makes a mistake
The patient is saved
by a count of five
One…two…three…
four…five

Next door, coins clatter
in the machine
while a conversation takes place
in hushed tones
Doubts are raised
about doubts held close

A horn sounds
in distant traffic
She looks around her
in startled surprise
I face these open pages
with pen in hand

(4 July 2014)