She stood there alone, unfazed by the storm around her. The cold of the pouring rain seeped right through the thin fabric covering her body sending chills up her spine. But she refused to move.
No…she will not move until he returned.
He had to come. He had said so in the last letter he wrote to her. It was their daughter’s first birthday and he promised he’d come.
It had been hours but she kept standing at her doorstep, her eyes glued to the corner of the street looking; waiting for the familiar car to turn up miraculously. They had been having some problems recently but she loved him. She wanted to make it up to him, to apologise for all the times they had fought. She wanted to make a new beginning.
Suddenly she felt a movement in her peripheral vision. She squinted trying to see through her tear filled eyes. It was Brent, he was her husband’s best friend. He held a gift package and a letter in his hands. The sudden realisation that her husband was not going to come hit her hard, he had sent Brent instead to deliver the package.
She stood up calm and poised, refusing to break down in front of this stranger.
He handed over the contents in his hands without a word. She looked down at the box. Yes, it was from her husband. She turned to the letter and froze.
It wasn’t from her husband, it had the army seal on it. She opened the letter with shaking hands.
Three words and she broke down with heart breaking sobs.
Three words and she knew her world will never be the same.
Killed in action.
p.s. This is the first time I’m trying to write a prose so please bear with me 🙂