Walking down the crowded street. An ordinary day. The sun shining, a cool breeze flowing though the trees. A care free day. Not one thing to worry about. But no one takes time to look at the faces, the eyes of the people walking by. If you would of took a glance at the man you just walked by maybe you would of seen the loss of a brother. If you just looked in that little girl's eye's who shuffled by. You would of seen the death of her father, who she will never come to know. If you just would of stopped for a split second to look at the man limping across the street you could see the emotional scar he will carry for the rest of his life. And the loss of a friend he spent so many summers with.
If she wasn't so care free today maybe she would of seen a car parked outside of her house. Instead she walked past her white picket fence and into her little pink house, to prepare her dinner. But before she could even think of what to cook there was a knock on her door.
He stood outside a pink house with a white picket fence. This was the part of his job he hated the most. He slowly walked up to the door and gave a light knock. Seconds later a young women answered the door. She looked so innocent to him. Her big eyes looked up at him with confusion and curiosity. He sighed and took a deep breath.
"I'm sorry to inform you…"
She stood with shock. Gasping for air, she felt as if a bus had hit her. Her whole body went numb while a lump formed in the back of her throat, burning her as she tried to fight the tears. She let out a chocked sob, losing control of herself. Tears cascading down what used to be red cheeks, now pale and stained. Her body finally giving up on her, crashing to the floor, shaking uncontrollably as she screamed out his name in pain.
For her the next few days were like a blur. She didn't know what day it was, let alone what time it was. She just didn't care. She just sat quietly, silent tears running down her cheeks, listening to the priest, Barely hearing a word. She watched as two men, started to fold the Canadian flag. She took the tightly wrapped flag gently in her arms. Caressing it to her chest just if it was him. Her heart broke with every gun shot. As the last one was fired it shattered completely.
She stood up wobbling towards his casket. She collapsed upon it wondering why. Why him. Out of all the men fighting. Why him. Sobs wracked her body as she touched the wood, blocking her from him. Soon enough she was being lifted from his casket. She screamed and fought, not wanting to leave him. She couldn't live without him. He was her everything. He was the one who showed her what life was. What love was.
If you would of looked at the women that just ran past you. You just might of saw the loss of a husband.
Hey guys please review i worked soo hard on this story. It's about the the first World War. I hope you liked it!