Ol' Blue

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic

The station was so busy, Dorothy worried she wouldn't find him. Standing at the center of the concourse, so many well-dressed men in suits, hats, and ties passed by. Each looked the same to her failing eyesight and saddened state of mind. Surely she could spot her Edgar, her only son, out of a million.
As the crowd cleared, she noticed a tall, lanky man in the distance... gray suit, black hat, brown briefcase coming toward her. As he neared into focus, she at once recognized his beautiful blue eyes.
"Mother, what are you doing here?" Edgar asked.
"Your father," she started.
"I don't want to hear it, Mother. I've heard enough," he said, instantly irritated.
"He doesn't want you to leave this way," Dorothy pleaded.
"You don't want me to leave this way, not him."
"Your father just wanted me to say..."
"See, he wanted you to say! That says it all, doesn't it!"
"He's a stubborn man, Edgar."
"Well, I don't wanna hear anything he has to say or you have to say for him!"
"So stubborn. Like father, like son. Just listen, Edgar."
"I need to get on a train, Mother. I'll see you soon. Maybe we can meet
for lunch in the city next week."
Dorothy looked up at him with tears in her eyes.
"Don't do this. Not now," Edgar said, as he checked his watch and sighed.
"He's sick, Edgar. He's really sick," Dorothy said, her voice shaking.
"What do you mean?"
"He doesn't have much time. He wants to make things right."
"What's wrong with him?"
"It's cancer. He has lung cancer."
"Oh geez, why didn't you tell me? What does the doctor say?"
"It's spread to his bones. There isn't much more the doctors can do.
We waited too late, it seems."
Mother and son stood in silence, fragile and frozen in the moment.
"I'm sorry, Mom. I'm sorry for everything. Tell him I'm sorry."
"He wanted you to have something.” Dorothy opened her clutch bag and
pulled out a pale blue silk handkerchief, one Edgar had seen many,
many times over the years.
Edgar's eyes welled as he reached for it.
"Ol' Blue," Edgar said, smiling through tears, holding the hanky his father
carried everywhere he went.
"He always said it was the color of his baby boy's eyes." Dorothy gently
touched Edgar's cheek.
Edgar laughed a little.
"I know it may not mean much to you...," she said, trailing off.
"Mom, I know. Tell Dad I love him too."
Edgar tucked Ol' Blue into his suit jacket pocket and wrapped his arms
around his mother as they both cried, framed by the light of the station's

Submitted: May 04, 2020

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