Saturday, August 18, 2012


They walked down the windswept beach in silence. Though they held hands, in truth, they might just has well have been a million miles apart. 

Her voice was scarce audible over the surf as she, at last, spoke. “You don’t have to, you know. You’ve already done two deployments and you’ve barely been home three months. You don’t have to go.”

“No, I don’t. But, I know how to survive the silly stuff that will, likely, get some new guy a ride home in a rubber bag. Why can’t you understand the difference between HAVE to and NEED to? Lives are at stake, dammit.”

When she found the words to reply, it was with a combination of deep sadness and iron determination. “If you do this…if you leave me again…I won’t be here when you get back. You see, I DO understand needing to do something. I do understand it.”

This story was written for the Flash Fiction Flourish weekly prompt.

1 comment:

  1. I honestly just shivers reading this. Well done yet again, Jeffrey.