The God of Soldiers
‘That’s the replica of Mars…..’
‘I can’t believe it……’
‘Yes, my grandpa made it for me….. He loves me so much…’
‘Does he tell you funny stories?’
‘Of course, I never miss my… my mom and dad.’
‘But he keeps shouting at you?’
‘No, no. Never!’
‘Did he love your mom?’
‘Why did he make this…? Mars?’
‘He was a soldier. And Mars is the god of soldiers. He says Mars saved his life, many times.’
The boy was about to say something, but the colour faded from his tiny eyes. The grandpa was staring at him from the upper window.
A post for Friday Fictioneers on a photo prompt.
Word count 104