Two Random, Very Short Stories

This was also an assignment for my Intro to Fictional Writing class. We had to write about love in one of the situations but we couldn't say or put the word "love" in there. The other one is about death but we couldn't say anything about that in there.

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It has been many years since my son used to sleep in his crib, play with his soccer ball, or even go to high school. He made me proud. I know at school he used to be called a “Mamma’s Boy,” even though he didn’t tell me that they teased him, but I could tell because he had this certain look on his face that I had come to recognize so often. It was the face that said that he didn’t care and was content on making me happy. After high school, he went off to the army to get an education and to pay for college on his own.

I rarely ever saw him again. Because he was so busy, he was never able to visit for more than a couple of days every two months. War is a terrible thing that separates a mother from their child. My son was there fighting a war (or wars) that I didn’t agree with. I prayed for him. I prayed that he would be happy in whatever he does and where ever he is. I cried many nights because I knew what would happen in the end. I also knew that when it happened, he would be happy about it.

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I wake up to find that it’s a bright, sunny day and no sign of any clouds. The weather fits my mood well. It isn’t too hot nor is it too cold, but a warm feeling tells me that it’s not just the weather making me feel this way. It feels as if there are a million butterflies in my tummy and I feel giddy every time I think of him. I can’t wait to see him again. I’ve known him since we were in diapers. Some people say if you known someone that long, it’s like having another sibling, but I don’t think that’s true at all.

Whenever we talk, he’s always there to listen to me and let’s me pour my heart out. I do the same thing for him. My friends always ask me if I’ve done “it” with him yet and the answer is always the same. We don’t’ have to be physically intimate to satisfy the craving that’s deep within our hearts. Someday, when we get married—we will—but right now we want to enjoy each other by just being with each other. He respects my beliefs and I respect his. We both agree on most things but of course, sometimes that doesn’t happen.

There have been a couple of serious arguments that we’ve had and the day after, we wouldn’t talk to each other. There was one time when we didn’t speak for a whole week. When we apologized and forgave each other, he said that it was so hard being so close, yet so far away from me. I felt the exact same way about him. That’s the day that I was certain that he would never leave me.