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Lucas Stories: Return (October 2019)

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Read alongside Lucas Stories: Final Goodbyes (January 2019) for best effect. It is essentially a continuation of it.

The boy sat around doing nothing. He was too sad to enjoy activities.
                The boy's mother came and found him. "Let's go for a walk," she suggested. The boy sighed, but put on his shoes and followed.
                I've lost everything. My father, Abby, my home...
                He didn't care what others said. His home was gone, it hadn't moved.
                His mother stopped in front of a candy store. "This looks exciting!" The boy disagreed but said nothing. His mother took him inside, where he saw-
                "Father!" the boy exclaimed, forgetting his sadness and rushing forward to hug his dad. "You're really back!"
                "I told you I would," his father said affectionately. "And it seems you moved to Florida without me!"
                The boy giggled. Then he got to thinking: If my father came back, I can return, too. To home. To Abby.
                "This is the best day of my life," the boy decided. He glanced around him skeptically. "Especially if you're about to buy me some of this candy."
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  1. Taco Empress Kyra10/31/2019 12:41:00 PM

    Aw! This is so cute! It's like an inverse of Final goodbyes. Instead on ending in sorrow, it ended and joy. And candy! (WHOOO!!!!)

    I love how you tricked the reader into thinking the dad was dead or abandoned him, rather than him still being in the military.

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