A flash fiction story about a lost and renewed love
If it were meant to be, they would meet once again.
Norma Jean was fast asleep when she was awakened to the sound of her doorbell buzzing. Quickly donning a robe, looked outside and was pleasently surprised to see a package tied with a pink bow sitting on her front porch. Wondering, " now what could this be? " She noticed a return address was missing. She hurriedly unwrapped the package. Inside she stared at a picture of herself, taken years ago.
The note inside asked a question, do you remember me?
Frantically shuffling through the contents, she soon found another picture of David, a long ago lover/friend with words scribbled, " I still love you. "
Without a return address, how could she possibly reply?
Memories consumed her thoughts, going back in time. remembering the fun times. The sad times. The day she wispered goodby at the train station , so afraid she would never see him again.
The year was nineteen fifty, he was leaving to serve in the Korean war.
They kept in constant touch, letters flew back and forth until one day they abruptly stopped.
She received notification that he was a P.O.W.
A couple of years had passed when she met and married another man who had just recently passed away.
She knew in her heart, if this reunion was meant to be, they would meet once again.
The shrill sound of the telephone ringing brought her back to the present. She said, " Hello, is this you david? How wonderful! "
David asked when he could come to see her, she told him to come as soon as he could get there! She hurried to get dressed, putting on a pair of jeans and a pullover top, combing her long blond hair in one braid that reached the middle of her back. She waited for him on her front porch, her heart was beating so fast she could hardly breathe. When he pulled into the driveway she ran to meet him. He wrapped her in his arms, their eye,s filled with tears. Time seemed to stand still, both remembering their last kiss at the train station. They had so much catching up to do. He told her about his time as a P.O.W. The only thing that kept him alive was the thought of seeing her again. She told him about her marriage and the fact that she had settled for less thinking she would never see him again.
He told her when he was released his family told him that you had married. I went to Chicago and started an advertising business, when I heard that your husband had passed away, I knew I had to see you.
They looked deeply into each others eye's and knew without a doubt they had found happiness again.
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