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Just started a short story that could lead to bigger, I am not sure yet.

Submitted: June 06, 2016

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Submitted: June 06, 2016



She was waiting on him to come home after his long day at work. He was a police officer, and his hours had taken a toll on his energy lately. They had been married for 8 years now, and made it through  but somehow she felt they lost their spark after she had their child. So tonight was the night. She was going to give him the spark back, she thought to herself as she dimmed the lights and lit the candles. His car slowly pulled into the drive.

“This is it” she mumbled quietly to herself. She glanced out the window as the car pulled in, but.. It wasn’t his car that was pulling into her driveway.  

“I wonder who this is” she said as she quickly put her gown back on and headed to the door to turn on the porchlight. The car, a sleek black sedan, stopped at the end of the drive and cut its lights. She stood by the door looking through the peephole as two police officers stepped out, in their dress uniforms.  Her heart dropped as she opened the door and saw the look on their faces. It was one of sorrow, and pain.

She hit her knees and started weeping, she just knew the worst had come. The young officer came up and the words still burn in her head to this day: Mrs. French? I’m so sorry to have to bring you this news tonight. But your husband, Detective Mark French was killed today in the line of duty.”  

This was all she remembered before she slipped into darkness as the officer caught her when she fell.

She woke up and hoped it was all a dream.. But the officers standing above her told her it was true.

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