I have been awaiting a phone call for a month, and when my phone finally rings I smile, answer, and say, "Hey."
"Hey, I've missed you," he says, and I can tell he's smiling.
"I've missed you, too. How is it over there?" I ask feeling my heart explode with happiness.
"It's quite nice when the bombs and guns aren't going off. How's college?" he asks.
"It's going well. Matt, when are you coming home?" I ask.
"I should be home in a few months, sweetheart," he says. "I have to go. I love you."
That's when I hear the gun fire, and I, with worry and sadness in my voice, say, "Bye, Matt. Be safe. I love you." He hangs up, and I drop my head into my hands. I begin praying and crying, hoping he'll come home.
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Short Stories
Short StoryThese are just short stories I think of and can't expand upon to make a huge awesome book. (Very old book)
