One and Only

One and Only

A Story by oranges_melt
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who cums home...

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It's raining.  The window stained with acid rain and liquidy chemicals.  It used to be a good thing.  Now, I could only think of the sad things in life.  My son was in the war.  He told me he was going to live and be home in two days.  He could be dead in two days.  He could be on his way home...he could be on his way to God, to be judged by his Father.  Or, he could be shot into millions of pieces right now...this second.  I shuddered.  These thoughts were terrible.  My husband was downstairs, watching TV, probably wondering what it was taking me so long in the bathroom.  In my hand was my son's letter.  Either he was fine or he had a missing arm or leg...as long as he was alive...

       My husband called my name.  I told him I'd be down in a minute.  I didn't like to lie to him, but I needed to be alone.  Today was that day.  He was either alive or dead and he would either come home happy and safe or an official will break the bad news.  I didn't know.  I crushed the letter into my hand.  I would only know in a few minutes.  I didn't need to read it.  I got out of bed and threw it into the fireplace, watching the paper burn.  He called my name again and I slowly started to walk, but then I looked at the window with it's watery shade.  It reminded me of all the sad things in life.  I closed my eyes.  Seconds...minutes...  I opened my eyes.  The world hadn't exploded, my house hadn't blown away...more importantly, there was no son standing in front of me with his goofish smile and his beautiful brown eyes and--

        The door bell rang.  My husband called my name.  He was waiting for me.  I waited six months and it was time.  Time.  Such an awful thing to waste...  I walked down the stairs and greeted whoever stood on the other side.

© 2008 oranges_melt


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OH... wow, this is such a touching story, it keeps you wanting more. It almost brought tears to my eyes thinking on how this could easily be any girl with a son in the war. To imagine, how it would be to lose a son to war, on the waiting day to see, it just crushes you, but i loved it, i absolutely think it was great.

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