With Anthony gone, Arlene sat alone on the couch staring at the journal on the coffee table before her. Her eyes glanced up from it to the window. The rain ran down the panes like blood must have on her son. She took a sip of wine and placed the glass next to the journal. The plastic bag holding it was worn and dirty with grains of sand that once touched his hands. The room was eerily quiet. Her emotions swayed from anger to sadness.
Why did he send the journal to her? Wasn’t losing him enough! Now must she read his own words. She was frozen in the moment. Too scared to open the journal, she stood up and walked towards the wall holding his pictures. The pain of losing Michael was as agonizing now as it was when two Marines in uniform delivered the devastating news last November.
This is fiction written for VisDare. This work was inspired by the photo and written for the ongoing story The Journal of PFC Patterson. Stop by and read more about a mother dealing with the loss of her only son in Iraq and the turmoil created after reading his journal.