Friday, July 16, 2010

One Last Time

The day had arrived that filled her with pride and dread and in recognition of it, she fussed first with her hair and clothes and then with his. "You look......"the hesitation bore on for several seconds, "ready," she said, stepping back and pursing her lips into a long thin line to keep the tears from slopping down her cheeks.

"Awwww mom; it's not like you're never going to see me again," he intoned, the exasperation in his voice tinged with some of her longing. They walked out the door, arm in arm, on the way to the airport where he would be leaving to defend his country..... one last time.

*** Daily Writing Practice ***

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