Awakened by the loud jeers, cheers of the playing boys outside, I slowly went out of bed. He’s standing just outside our bedroom door staring, waiting for me. He offered his hands with a weak smile. I smiled back and took his hand to his surprise.
Outside, I gripped his hands tighter as my eyes adjust to the shining sun. Then I saw the cheerful and loud boys. Stubborn tears fall. The vivid memories of my four soccer-playing sons rushed back.
Wrapping his around me, he softly whispered, “It’s okay, love. Our boys are surely playing in heaven too.”
Word count: 100
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In response to Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers (FFfAW) August 09, 2016.
- a flash fiction challenge (stories in 100-175 words or less)
- each story should have a beginning, a middle, and an end
- no serial (continuation) stories
- include a pingback to the challenge post
Thank you for hosting this awesome prompt, Priceless Joy!