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Convenants Of The Mother, The Brother And The Lover

As Submitted To The Fractured Lit 'Fast Flash 300 Word Fiction' Contest

By Marc OBrienPublished about a year ago 3 min read
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The Mother

After contributing three children and nine grandkids to society, an elderly man’s eyes closed, and on his own terms rested in peace. During the dream like eternal sleep, a maternal vision appeared welcoming the spirit.

“Mother,” the boyish voice called out.

“Yes, son I am here as I promised you,”

“Where?”

“Home for supper,” she used a trusting voice before taking a seat, “It is good to see you after all these years,”

“Yes,” the youngster agreed picking up the sandwich packed with everything he cherished, “I love you Mom,”

Looking around noticing, no one else enjoying the prepared meal, an honest comment explained, “you were my only child,”

“I know,” grinned the loyal offspring peering down seeing a large family standing in a cemetery at a gravesite.

“Don’t worry about them,” laughed the loving figure, “I will be here to guide you, like I promised.”

“I know” he chuckled, “but they are going to carry on my legacy as they promised me.”

“And when they are finished, we will be here to feed their soul.”

“As we promised,” the boy confirmed.

“Yes, as we promised,” the mother agreed.

The Brother

In replacement of going on a television toy commercial casting call Sam and Joe, two siblings played with plastic soldiers on a gigantic dirt pile, their father constructed behind the family home.

“Joe,”

“What Sam?”

“Let’s make a pact that we will always have each other backs,”

Years later, a civil war broke out in another country and the two kids answered the duty call heading into battle. One day while defending the hill excessive explosions and shelling encompassed the region leaving the police action fighters in a survival situation. When Joe took one for the team, Sam never left his side securing safer ground.

Applying pressure to the wounds, the bleeding did not reach a panic level and medical transportation loaded the pair up, whisking them away.

After enduring marathon surgery Joe slept motionless as Sam sat in a chair staring at the body all hooked up to different wires and tubes. Suddenly, a white uniform nurse entered the room to check on things. “Hi, I am Barbie,” she introduced, “is this your buddy?”

“No,” Sam replied, “he’s, my brother.”

“My brother Ken is off on the battlefield too,” she explained, “I am here as a nurse watching his back.”

“That is very important in war, you cannot be divided you have to be united,” Sam replied.

“Your brother is going to be fine since you were right there,” Barbie reported, “as I said health care is a major component in winning a war.”

“So, is watching each other’s back,” Sam added as Barbie continued rounds.

The Lover

Hours before the late Saturday afternoon Vigil when teenagers sported their athletic high school attire admitting not wanting to wake up on Sunday morning, a priest observed under a cross two young adult parishioners exchanging vows making lifelong matrimony promises.

After each said “I do” stating to the family community their relationship was formally knotted a celebration took place with the finest restaurant organization in town catering the extravaganza. Sitting like royalty the two displayed perfect cover model looks, when the groom wore the magazine tuxedo and the lady’s innocence could be seen in white.

Everyone dined, danced, and performed traditional rituals acknowledging the couple’s union by festively ringing glasses, encouraging a kiss, showing love pleasuring enthusiastic cheering guests.

Later, the new husband comfortably waited under the hotel room covers while the wife attended to duties inside the bathroom.

“Honey,” she called, “can we put off consecrating the marriage until tomorrow?”

Not saying a word, the husband heard a roaring sound, “I think it was something I ate,”

Getting out of bed he went to the door and saw his bride, head in the toilet, “I am sorry,” she quietly apologized.

“I said today in a church this afternoon ‘in sickness and health’,” he smiled, “but all you had to do is say ‘I have a headache tonight.”

“I have that too,” she teared up realizing everything stated he meant.

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Marc OBrien

Barry University graduate Marc O'Brien has returned to Florida after a 17 year author residency in Las Vegas. He will continue using fiction as a way to distribute information. Books include "The Final Fence: Sophomores In The Saddle"

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