“How does the uniform look Mum?”
“It looks smashing Ted, remember to keep your head down”.
“Don’t worry Mum, no Jerry is gonna get me”.
He kisses her on the cheek, salutes, smiles, then turns to begin his journey to war, and manhood.
As mother stands on the footpath, holding the gate, so she won’t fall under the grief, she watches her third son go off to do his duty, she smiles, swipes at the tears and waves him goodbye…forever.
end note : every few weeks I submit to the challenge to write a story in 5 sentences. The word prompt for this week is “Waves”. hope you enjoy. Dave
I heard the crack of ball on willow cricket bat from the boy next door before I heard the smash of the window in the lounge.
I ran to survey the damage.
“You are looking prettier every day Jessie” said the smiling face looking in.
“Now don’t you go getting fresh with me Don Bradman” I yelled.
“Righto Jess,, sorry”, he said, “Can I have my ball back please?”
(Many thanks to the copyright holder of the picture)
Summer brings with it thoughts of Cricket and swimming.
Trophies on the cabinet are evidence of a successful winter.
Gone are the days of freezing on the sidelines, cheering when the lad scores a goal.
Forgotten are the boots which brought such joy on the birthday, and elation as they helped bring glory to the boy.
Neglected they sit, sideways, tied together by the laces, under other old shoes in the bottom of the wardrobe.
Her body splayed in all different angles.
Her throat slit, and blood surrounds her upper torso and soaks into her floral dress.
One shoe has been cast off by her panicked running and lay some distance from her body.
Horror is written on her face; her eyes and mouth forever open.
“Last chance mister, go to sleep”
” What?, if you don’t, the doctor will operate when you are still awake.”
I rolled over and shut my eyes tightly.
I didn’t need to be told again.
“How could you leave the throne and the Kingdom with reckless abandon?”
“Don’t you understand dear brother? I love her with all my heart and the people won’t accept a commoner”.
“Go then, I will care for your subjects and ensure the family will continue in its rule. Begone then, and don’t expect help from me!”