Boy clutching his soldier father's leg

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Jack was kissing his wife goodbye and whispering promises into her ear when he felt two small hands clutch his thigh.  Glancing down, he saw the figure of a small boy looking up at him with wide eyes, mouth set in a straight line.

“You’re going to come back just like you promised aren’t you?” asked the boy.

“Of course” Jack replied, frowning slightly as the corners of his mouth fell into the shape of a half-smile.

“Good, because you know what we will do to your wife if you don’t.”

Lillie McFerrin Writes

About TheImaginator

35 year old sciolist living in Tokyo. I like swing dancing, Twitter word games, writing, using, reading, and watching movies. I write stuff on my blog occasionally.
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6 Responses to Promises

  1. Ah, writing like me, now! So good at taking the ordinary and turning it!

  2. That’s rather unsettling. I like it. x

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