An untitled story, which was entered in another contest held by Mod Tron, with the subject of "valour"
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"How are you holding up mother?"
"Oh hello Sadie dear, I didn't hear you come in. Come in and sit down. I was just having tea; would you like a cup?"
"I can't stay long, mother. I just came to see how you're coping with... you know...."
"I'm afraid you'll have to be a little more clear, Sadie dear. I haven't a clue what you're talking about."
"You know. With father..."
"Oh, speaking of your father, Sadie, do you know where he is today? I don't recall him mentioning last night that he'd be going anywhere, but this morning when I woke up he'd already left. I do hope he gets home in tome for supper tonight. Sometimes I worry about that man. No sense of tim, no sense at all."
"You... don't know where dad is?"
"Oh so he didn't tell you either then? That' Harold. I do wonder what he's thinking sometimes. He shouldn't go too far by himself these days; it's dangerous out there. He's liable to get himself killed if he's not careful. Why so pale now Sadie? Oh dear, now don't you worry. Your old mom is just talking nonsense. Harold will be fine. I'm sure he's just popped down the road to talk to old Nathaneal and the two of them got to jawing. You know how they get."
"Momma, I don't know how to tell you this. Here, maybe you should put your teacup down first. Mom... I... Father is dead. I'm so sorry. The funeral was last week, don't you remember?"
02-Apr-2008 08:25:22