Friday Flash Fiction

JHardyCarroll

Photo Courtesy of J. Hardy Carroll

These benches tell a story – of the people who’ve come and gone, the talented hands of the person who made them, their silent watch over time passing by. This reminds me of Ellis Island, or a train station – some place from the past, where life passed through and time has passed by.

Word count: 99

Waiting at the Station

Passengers streamed off the train, waving at their loved ones. Reunions took place on the platform — kisses and hugs, handshakes and hellos, chaos and commotion.

Sarah waited patiently. He’d be on the train. Watching the joy on the faces around her, she smiled to herself. A mother greeted her returning soldier with tears of joy. Sarah felt her own eyes well up. So much joy.

After the rush, she made her way to the luggage car where a black draped coffin waited on a cart. She let her tears fall silently then. Her love was home at last.

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© Erin Leary

30 thoughts on “Friday Flash Fiction

  1. Very true about the stories those benches could tell. This is a very emotional piece, heartbreaking and sad, yet with closure–something many families never get.

  2. This is a heartrending story, Erin. The only good thing, as was said, is the closure it brings. Someone once said, “War is hell”, and that was right. There’s really no glory in it. —- Suzanne

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