By Don Tassone
She waited on the landing, her hands gripping the metal railing. Her face burned with anticipation. Her pulse beat hard in her ears.
Why hadn’t she asked for his photo?
She scanned the men’s faces. Too young. Too old.
Then she saw him stepping up the escalator.
She knew his face instantly.
“Hello,” she said softly.
“Hello,” he replied warmly.
For 30 years she’d long to hold him, to look into his eyes, to know he was safe. But now she froze.
He sensed her unease and embraced her.
“I’m here,” he said, as their separateness fell away.
Love never fails.
Love can fail………the unrequited type that is.
Why did she need a photo…?
Why did she need to know he was safe…?
Where has he been for 30 years…?
Husband, lover or son…?
We don’t need the story handed to us on a plate, but I think the reader would feel more connected with a small hint or two.
Thank you. You make a good point about “a small hint or two.” I’ll keep that in mind.
I absolutely loved this…a love never forgotten over the years that was passed up but now here again…
Thank you. I am delighted you loved this piece.
Wonderful story, Don. One word sums it up perfectly: HEART-WARMING.
Thank you, Bobby. How gratifying.