Wait for me


photo credit Peter Abbey

Forty seven years.

It seemed like yesterday. A long narrow walkway leading to a cage. Captive.  Treated like an animal. Hot steamy days, long dark nights often interrupted with cruelty.  He could feel his heart constrict with fear as he walked it one more time.  The only thing that got him through were the thoughts of what was waiting at home.  He turned and looked at her and saw the young girl with long silky hair and bell bottom jeans.  She took his hand, no longer smooth, but in a familiar clasp.  It had been worth the wait.


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About Life in the 50's and beyond...

Welcome to Life in the 50's and 60's and beyond .... where I write about my childhood memories, music of the 60's and about life in the country. I am a mother, grandmother, farmer's wife, business owner, and retired teacher.
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6 Responses to Wait for me

  1. gahlearner says:

    Great story. Facing these memories again must be horrible, but also therapeutic.


  2. Michael Wynn says:

    Great depiction of the nervous anticipation of being released after a long time of incarceration


  3. ellenbest24 says:

    Freedom and still she waited. Nicely done 😇


  4. Sandra says:

    A hopeful piece.


  5. Iain Kelly says:

    Hi Ruth, great writing. I’m guessing maybe he was a prisoner of war somewhere? Very atmospheric and ends with a nice touch of hope.

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