Goodbyes That Never Were
She barely noticed the overeager young soldier who had just walked in, smiling like he wasn’t carrying death in his bag.
The boy walked over to the bartender, pulling a letter out of his satchel. “I’m looking for-”
“I know who you’re looking for, kid.” Mickey said, signing the boy’s clipboard and taking the letter. “And the last thing she needs right now is confirmation.”
The boy shrugged and put his clipboard back in his bag, heading out.
She barely noticed him but still held the door open as she turned back towards the bar. “Night, Mickey.”
He raised his hand in acknowledgement and waited until she left before he took a good look at the front of the telegram. Sighing, he tossed it in the can beneath the bar. Sometimes certainty was overrated.
The boy walked over to the bartender, pulling a letter out of his satchel. “I’m looking for-”
“I know who you’re looking for, kid.” Mickey said, signing the boy’s clipboard and taking the letter. “And the last thing she needs right now is confirmation.”
The boy shrugged and put his clipboard back in his bag, heading out.
She barely noticed him but still held the door open as she turned back towards the bar. “Night, Mickey.”
He raised his hand in acknowledgement and waited until she left before he took a good look at the front of the telegram. Sighing, he tossed it in the can beneath the bar. Sometimes certainty was overrated.