Wrought with terror-saturated anxiety, she wondered how she would communicate the truth to Robert. Despite the barrier it would raise for eternity, she owed him at least that much.
She rolled the platen, then began typing:
I gave birth to our son, Johnny, on 3/17/55. He left the hospital with his new parents the next day.
I received a letter on 3/17/73 from Mr. & Mrs. Ames, saying Johnny was killed in VietNam.
Please try to forgive me.
Mary pulled the loaded pistol from the drawer, walked to the car, and drove towards Veteran’s Memorial Cemetery.
Rochelle Wisoff-Fields is the thought-provoking host of Friday Fictioneers.
Today’s offering is connected to the story I wrote last week. If you didn’t get a chance to read it, you can find it here.