Wilson knocked, Rose didn’t answer. He thought he saw movement behind a curtain, so he knocked again and called out her name. Again, there was no response. He dialed her number and thought he heard ringing inside. She’d said she’d be home. He was confused, unsure what to do. In desperation he left a yellow sticky with a handwritten poem asking her to marry him. Before shipping out to Afghanistan the following week, he left more messages, all of them unanswered. Five years later he bumped into Rose with two small children at Safeway. He said hi, she said hi.
Sue Clayton
17/7/2020 07:41:39 am
An abstract casualty of war; and there were probably many.
Mary Wallace
17/7/2020 01:35:40 pm
Sometimes we are meant to miss opportunities. Well done Jim.
Swapan k Banerjee
17/7/2020 06:55:22 pm
How things turn out taking us often by utter surprise! But whatever happens happens for good, always ...
Teddy Kimathi
20/7/2020 11:26:26 am
At times twist of fate can be cruel..... Nice piece. Comments are closed.
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