Photo prompt © J Hardy Carroll
There were only two of us in the waiting room.
‘Are you an army officer?’ the old man asked; his eyes were as lifeless as his voice.
‘My son fought for the country; he is a POW………..for thirty years.’
I was stunned; his son was in my unit. He had fought under my command; he had been reported missing.
‘He is being released; he may return today.’ He left abruptly.
Something impelled me to talk to the Station Master.
‘You met the old man? He passed away last June, in the waiting hall...….had been waiting for his son……for years.’
A post for FridayFictioneers on a picture prompt.
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