‘The decoration’s are a bit much, those candles’ll set the place on fire.’
‘You hush. We can’t have him coming home to a dull house without some sort of celebration.’
‘He won’t be back for days yet.’
‘But we’ll be ready for him when he does come home.’
She stepped down and looked at the room. He stood and put his arm round her. They smiled and he kissed her gently on the cheek.
Outside, the delivery boy found the number of the house he was looking for. He nervously fingered the telegram from the British War Office.
‘We deeply regret to inform you…’
Written for Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields (more details HERE). The idea is to write a short story of 100 words based on the photo prompt (above).
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