Waiting
Room
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.
‘I was.’
‘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.’
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A post for FridayFictioneers on a picture prompt.
Word count 101
Oh! Sad story! This will haunt my mind too.
ReplyDeletethanks Indrani
DeleteSad and even sadder to think he may be waiting longer if he gets caught up in a strike.
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DeleteVery, very sad. Well done.
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DeleteWhat a sorrowful tale. Beautifully written.
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there are unconfirmed reports that Pakistan is holding Indian POWs since 1971, thanks
DeleteAwful indeed, spirit still waiting.
ReplyDeletethanks Pat
DeleteSuch sorrow to be waiting in vain for so long. I wonder if the commander was at guilt.
ReplyDeleteThanks Bjorn, Commander's guilt would of no cosequence
DeleteSo sad to think that the disappointed spirit lingers, waiting forever. Great take.
ReplyDeleteOh that is heart wrenching. Such pain and loss.
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DeleteDear Arora,
ReplyDeleteSad one. Nicely told.
Shalom,
Rochelle
thanks
DeleteMissing is harder to deal with than dead. It leaves room for hope.
ReplyDeleteWell written and sad.
A very emotional and real issue. Thanks for bringing it up.
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ReplyDeleteSad story. The father didn't give us hope and it makes it even sadder.
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