Flash Fiction: Homecoming.


I couldn’t stop smiling. My husband was coming home. After being deployed forever, he was finally coming home. He had left when I had gotten pregnant and had not even come home to see our baby. That’s the way he is. Nation always comes first. Family comes later. That’s the way I like it too. That’s what attracted me to him. I was hoping it would be a good day for Baby Zac too. That he wouldn’t be cranky today. That he would be the perfect baby, just for today, just for his Dad. I couldn’t stop smiling cause we were going to be a family again.

I was rocking Baby Zac when the doorbell rang. I quickly checked myself in the mirror and made sure I looked good. I was looking a little pale but I hoped he would not notice. My mother-in-law beat me to the door. I guess she is just as excited as I am to have him home. I peeped out, a little shy and a little excited. There he was, looking just as handsome as the day we got married. We smiled at each other, so glad to be together again.

My mother-in-law meanwhile was sobbing at the door. She had just got news of her son’s demise. His body would be coming home soon, to be laid to rest next to his wife and their stillborn son.

16 thoughts on “Flash Fiction: Homecoming.

  1. Ohhh wow, how tragic…………. but I am glad your husband is home, but one question …why did he ring the doorbell? hahaha….couldn’t he just come on in??

    • It was meant to be a little sneaky kind of writing where the crux of the story dawns upon the readers only in the last line. But I think it backfired here a bit cause a lot of people missed the flash fiction bit in the title,,

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