Just Love Me

A short story by Trudi Griffin

I hold my husband’s hand so tight he lets go. He puts his arm around me.

People buzz around us, focused on their destinations.

If my guts are roiling, I know he is doing worse. He handles stress better than I, thanks to the Army, but I feel the tension in his body.

Images fill my mind as we wait. Father and son, playing video games or re-enacting action figure battles. My husband holding his boy gently as he cries. Talks about which superheroes needed character guidance. Hide and seek with camo in the woods. Father passing inherited wisdom about God, honor, truth, treating others with respect, and family. Sending him back to his mother despite his tears and pleas to stay. READ MORE AT KOINONIA ON MEDIUM>>