By Elizabeth Schenkel
She didn’t really believe she would see his name engraved on the door plate. That would mean he might actually be in the building tomorrow morning. Her hands shook as she held the match up to the plate. The light shimmered on the brass.
And there it was: Harold S. Portman, Esq.
The years collapsed and she was 19 again, pregnant with his child. The year: 1944. Instead of crammed in the hold of a troop ship sailing to Europe, why couldn’t Harold have served his country here, in an office on 11th Street?
Life could have been so very different.
Powerful and well written.
Thank you!
Terrific. Very powerful.
So encouraging. Thank you.
Sobering, timely, and powerful.
Thank you!
Great concept, well executed.
Very emotionally strong! Great job:)
Loved it would like to read the outcome of a meeting with Harry