Last of the birds finding their way home, the crickets chirping as the twilight turned to dusk. My Martha sat on the easy chair, the book she was reading lying open in her lap, the sunlight kissing her feet while her spectacles rested on her nose. Like every other February 11th, she waited for her son to come home to be with her on her birthday, today also.
How could I tell my Martha that her Johnny would never return, that he had died defending the border…that her birthday was the day he chose to face death like a martyr.
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That’s sad really 🙁 Maybe on some level, she knows he won’t come back. But she hopes she’s wrong and he’ll return.
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Maybe she does Leo, that is why we keep saying that mothers know everything.
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Very sad that she is waiting for her son that has perished. It would be even harder to have to tell her that he died on her birthday.
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It would most definitely be hard, maybe that is why she isn’t being told yet..
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Dear Bhavya,
Welcome to Friday Fictioneers.
Your story has a sad ring of truth for so many. Nicely done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Poor Martha. There’s such relevance in this piece as well.
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🙁 That was sad
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Yeah 🙁
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you’ve just pulled up an oft recurring incident is the lives of some families… it is always sad, death is, especially when it is a close one!
have you read, Kate Chopin.. there is one brilliant story about a husband in the army, I forget the name..
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