Write about seeing someone for the last time.
posted in Journal Entries |I was standing against the cold brick wall in my summer dress, littered with flowers of blue and violet, staring at the dancing fire as it cast light into the otherwise dark room. Occasionally I would glance down at the bracelet on my ankle, given to me by my grandfather when I was a girl of four. How I cared for it each day, made sure to shine it and keep it looking like new.
I heard the door open and looked back at him to see him watching me as he buttoned the top button of his gray uniform. I tucked a loose strand of hair back behind my ear and my heart sank.
“Will I see you tomorrow?” I tried to sound strong, but I could hear the concern in my voice.
He let out a sigh and his eyes dropped to the floor. “I don’t know.” He replied, “We’ll be heading toward the front at a command. “It’s going to be dark soon, and you know he likes to strike in the night.” He glanced at the floor before studying me.
I turned back to the window and fought back the tears that were trying my eyes. “I’ll pray for you.” I said and brought my hands together. I knew he wasn’t a religious man, but I hoped it would make him feel at ease. “I know you don’t believe it, but I think it helps.” I faced him.
I watched his lips twitch. “Thank you.” He grabbed his heavy coat and I crossed the room and entered his warm embrace. The tears won the battle as he kissed my forehead. “Keep well.” He said then walked out the door.
That was the last time I ever saw him.