The Endless Wait

Every day, she sat by the window as soon as she was back home, until it was so late that her eyes felt like they were covered in lead. She sat and waited for the big brown bus that she knew would come back any day. As she sat, she thought about the last time it had come. She had run out of the door and he had picked her up and whirled her around and kissed her. He was her superhero, the one person in her life that she could always count on. The only reason she wasn’t in his arms right now was that the war outside wouldn’t stop, not even for her superhero. 

When the bus finally came, she ran out once more, waiting for him to step out. She knew he would be smiling so wide it looked like his face was split in two. But the man who stepped out looked nothing like him. It was obvious to her that this was not him. He slowly walked to her, his eyes filled with sorrow and regret. “Miss,”, he said, “Sergeant Blake was killed in battle two weeks ago. I’m sorry for your loss.” He kept talking, but she didn’t hear a word. His words, “I’m sorry for your loss” kept echoing in her mind. Surely it wasn’t true. He would never leave her and go. He promised he’d return. He knew she couldn’t make it without him. And slowly, her world crumbled. She sank to the ground on her knees. “Daddy!”, she cried. 

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3 thoughts on “The Endless Wait

  1. A tragic, shocking realisation or revelation truly does bring forth an equally tragic and jarring response. This short story truly captures the essence of loss and pain felt by those who have lost someone, or something close to their hearts,

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