Short+Stories

**__Short Stories created for the 'Scholastic Short Story' competition. Read and enjoy :-)__**


 * __'Dads Promise' __**

“I’ll see you soon Georgie, I promise”.

That was the last thing my dad said to me before he went to war in 1939.

It is now September 1942, three years of war and no letter for six months. Dad was always good at writing but nothing since March. I don’t even know if he is alive.

Another day and no mail from Dad. Walking back to the kitchen with tears in my eyes and head down, I tripped over my school bag. My leg was numb and in agony. I yelled for mum. Next thing I knew I was in a bed in hospital. My leg was in so much pain. I couldn’t feel it but I could see mum. She was smiling at me. She told me I had broken my leg and it was in plaster. I looked down at it. Mum had written on it. Before I could read what mum had written mum gave me an envelope. She told me it had come in the mail and was addressed to me. It was from Dad.

It read, Dear Georgie, I’m sorry I haven’t written. I have horrible wound in my arm and can’t write with it. Sam is writing what I say down for me. You wouldn’t like the food here. Bully beef and soldier biscuit is pretty much it. I would die for a slice of your walnut cake and some of mum’s apple crumble. I must sleep now. Lots of love, Dad.

I was over the moon and excited because I knew he was alive. Not very healthy but alive none the less!

Although it was war, I was still in hospital for two weeks. But as soon as I got out I sent dad a letter back along with some walnut slice and apple crumble! I soon got back to school and back into the usual routine. Then one afternoon I got called to the Head Mistresses’ Office. I was so worried and anxious because I didn’t know what I had done.

When I got there I saw mum. She was waiting for me. She told me I had to come home straight away. I rushed to get my bag and went home with mum. When I got home mum told me to close my eyes, and walk forward 10 steps. She then told me to reach out. I reached out and felt something on my hands. It felt like another pair of hands. They were soft and warm. They reminded me of someone………. Dad!!!!!!!!

I opened my eyes and hugged him as tight as a child hugs their teddy bear. Dad told me he was fine but sent home early because of his arm. Dad talked about the horrible time and happenings he experienced at war that night at dinner but I wasn’t listening. I was just staring at him.

By Lucy