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GONE, BUT NOT FORGOTTEN – A Lancer Drabble by Vicki L. Nelson
His fever won't break, I sit vigil. I haven't had him long enough. His head thrashes on the pillow; he mumbles incoherently but does not wake. Does he dream; what of? I apply another cold compress to his forehead. I doze. A blonde toddler with his mother's eyes reaches up his arms to me. I kneel to scoop him up and breathe in the scent of him. "Papa?" he questions. I wake to see the same blue-gray eyes staring up at me. Did I speak the name or did he? So many years gone by; my child is finally home.
-The End-