#FiveSentenceFiction: Departure

tearsWe stand on the platform, both silent.

You’re taller than me now, and I would have difficulty in carrying that heavy rucksack, you’re stronger too…

Yet, you are still fragile, I know, and I wish I could communicate, no, better, transfer to you my inner strength.

You smile, we kiss, you stand tall, a young woman walks past, looking at you, your train arrives, we shake hands: farewell my son.

There is no tears as those of a soldier.

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