“Don’t worry, Molly,” the boy said, as his small, pudgy hand went around her shoulder. “Father said the war will be over just like that.” He tried to snap his fingers. “He’s fighting those bad men, but yesterday, Mother said he’ll be home soon. Maybe even tomorrow!”
“No,” Molly said. Her blue eyes in a face identical to his, filled with tears. “Last night, I had that dream again, but this time I know it was real.”
They heard the knock at the door. A telegram for their mother. An awful howling cry from the parlor. Father would not be coming home tomorrow, soon, or ever.
This is in response to Jane Dougherty’s Micro-Fiction Challenge #1: Childhood
The story was supposed to be 200 words or under. Mine is 106. The prompt was the portrait above, and we could also use the word “yesterday.”
Image: Portrait of the Frommknecht Siblings, Alwin Arnegger,
Source: The Athenaeum