Postcard

 

The wall clock ticked, but the hours seemed meaningless now. Their world had just turned lonely. They had lost their only child.

Major Sunil Pratap died a martyr, fighting for his country.

The doorbell rang. Mrs. Pratap went to the door. A soldier from the regiment, who had earlier handed over their son's belongings, was back.

"Madam, I forgot this."

It was a postcard, from Sunil, "Mom and Dad, I love you, and I love my country too. Wherever I am, I will be with you, always, in your smiles. So don't let tears hide me. I love you."


This 99 word fiction is shared with Blogging from A to Z April Challenge - P.