Her Soldier Is Home

“Go away.”

She looked down the hallway, remembering the first time she’d seen it. She’d been pregnant with him then, so big she almost touched both walls.

Funny the house seemed so much smaller now. Maybe that’s how everything always was, different than you remembered it, smaller or dimmer or not as pleasant. She sighed.

“Are you sure you don’t want some pancakes?” she called through the door. “It’s no trouble.”

“I’m sleeping,” he said, voice muffled.

She sat in the kitchen. She’d been so eager for him to come home. This was almost worse than the worrying had been.

 

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