Fears of a soldiers wife
Alexia had been away from her husband for an eternity it seemed. Today she glided through the room to await his return from duty. Time seem to not go by quick enough as she stared out the window. It had been two summers ago since she last saw him. The silence had been too much to bear alone; the birds chirping were even silenced. She glanced around the room for imperfections. The scent of fresh cut flowers lingered in the room and strawberries dipped in chocolate on the table. In just that moment she heard the shut of a car door. Scampering to the entrance, she could feel her heart race in her finger tips as she clutched her fingers together.
She stopped just shy of the hallway, but she didn’t hear the key turn. Instead, she heard two professional voices talking monotone then a knock she will never forget. She stood there confused, what has happened who are these men? She slide the door open and they gave her the news. See that day, that day he was returning, his military plane was shot down by enemy fire. Her eyes welled up as a tear began to edge down her cheek, she knew without any words. Alexia's heart had fallen into her stomach like going down a fast elevator to bottom floor.
They stood there with his dog tags in hand; and tried to explain to her he died with dignity. With an attempt to hand his dog tags to her, her legs began to weaken as she reached for them. She couldn't handle the thought of her overwhelming loss, began to sob and hyperventilate with dog tags in hand.