It seemed Papa had been away forever and the boy’s thoughts overflowed with equal parts of love, pride, and maybe just a little bit of fear as he clutched his mother’s comforting hand.
Suddenly, Papa was right there, looking so tall and strong as he swept Mama up in a hug that David could swear bid fair to go on forever. When Papa reached down to ruffle his hair, the boy understood everything would be just fine.
In a private room of the Sisters of Mercy Hospice, a much older David clung just as tightly to the thin, palsied hand of the man he loved most in the entire world. Despite the pain meds they’d administered, the old man gestured his son closer and with infinite care ruffled his hair one last time as if to assure him everything would be just fine until they were together again.
This story was written for the weekly Five Sentence Fiction flash fiction prompt: clutch.