The Cost Of War
Feb 6th, 2017 by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
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Grace paced the kitchen while her six-year-old daughter, Sophia, watched curiously. Sophia had bright blue eyes like her father. When would the war end? Grace thought. It had been two months and she hadn’t heard a word from Charles. All she could do to occupy her time was read and take care of Sophia.
Several months later Grace’s doorbell rang. She grabbed her robe and ran downstairs.
It was a military gentleman.
“Are you the wife of Charles McCormick?”
“Yes,” she answered, eyes closed.
“I’m sorry, but your husband died in an explosion.”
Grace collapsed to her knees and wept.
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