The Message

A short story about a girl dealing with the effects of world war two on her family. She tells the story of her brother's message to her.


4. Home

It was a mere three weeks later when Father stayed inside, Mother stopped her sewing, Irene stopped weeping over Barry, Deirdre came home and I stopped reading.

Father placed a hand on my shoulder, “Missing in Action isn’t final, dear. He could still be out there.”

“Don’t give her false hope,” Mother snapped, her grief stripping her of any empathy she once had.

Tears dripping from my nose, I ran upstairs and grabbed Red’s letter again. His warm words were all I had left of him.

“I am sorry for upsetting you Edith. I just don’t want to see you get hurt,” Mother had followed me upstairs and into my bedroom.

She grimaced and left me to my books.

As she turned to leave, impulsively, I threw my arms round her and sobbed.

“Don’t worry. It’ll be all right,” Mother repeated and although we both knew she was lying it made me feel much better.

She smiled shakily and walked out of the door.

A knock on the door sent me flying down the stairs past her and I flung the door open.

He grinned at me, a bandage covering one eye and his arm in a sling. There was several cuts and bruises on his face but otherwise he looked fine. The whole family rushed to the door too, their faces stunned.

“It’s a long story,”

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