The Memorial Day Parade passes, brass blaring, drums pounding, ending at the town cenotaph with a flyover finale, in missing man formation. Among the names engraved in polished granite is my wife’s first love, downed in Vietnam.
She thinks of him, takes hold of my arm;
doesn’t know I know.
Ron Scully wrote this story.
Powerful story, Ron!
Beautiful!
Good job, read JG Ballard Voices of Time
Your plot line done a galactic scale
Beautiful, really well written!
A touching moment of love.
Love this! Great story, Ron.
Ron, beautiful job, sir. Thoughtful and simple. Thank you! Cheers 😊
Beautiful.
I reread many times and each time, I still remained mesmerized. Sign of mighty good vibe. You just feel it down deep in the depth of your being. Typical example of hitting the nail on the head.