The Old Soldier

Sheena headed to the archives to research a discovery she'd made while constructing her family tree.

An ancestor; a soldier. Accolades for bravery given but he'd mysteriously disappeared with no record of him anywhere.

Traffic was terrible; she was impatient.

Red light.

Fingers drumming the wheel, she stared at the light. A ragged figure caught her attention, starting to cross. Unkempt, the red of his long jacket was striking.

He came level to her windscreen and turned.

Wise old eyes and fear in his gaze.

An old soldier. He mouthed:

"Leave me alone."

Sheena never noticed the light had changed.

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100 words exactly

Another Drabble today. This one was from the prompt:

Standing before you in the middle of a busy intersection is one of your ancestors.

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