It’s Memorial Day again, the time when remember those brave souls who made the ultimate sacrifice in service to our country. I felt the need to share two of my Flash Fictions for all those reading this to reflect on.
SADNESS CAN BE CONTAGIOUS
Leslie sat in the den of her home crying.
The tears which came flowing over her cheeks weren’t ones of sadness. They were ones of the bittersweet remembrances she got as she read the letters which her then future husband had sent her during his first assignment in the Middle East.
Theresa, Leslie’s daughter, sat by her mother’s side trying to console her, but to no avail.
Reluctantly, Leslie allowed her daughter to read the letters herself.
Sadness became infectious because these letters allowed Theresa to get to know the father she barely knew, as she now fell victim to the beautiful words in the letters as well.
THE ULTIMATE ACT OF VALOR
The color purple covers the entire spectrum of life itself, from the richest of people of royal blood who flaunt it in their clothes they wear, to the lowly peasant who’s mourning the death of a loved one.
The color purple doesn’t make the person; it’s their acts which makes them the person. A person of royal blood who thinks himself better than those around him won’t receive the respect of those below his station, while a poor individual who regularly gives of himself will be treated in a manner normally reserved for a king.
The lack of selfishness must be maintained at all costs; and placed above everything else.
When it comes to war, an extremely small percentage of soldiers will wind up losing body parts or even making the ultimate sacrifice and place their lives above everyone else’s, an act of pure valor which can only be symbolized by a Purple Heart.
Although small in size, the Purple Heart is worth more than a hundred times its weight in gold, merely because of what it represents.
NOTE: The above two items, with a few revisions, come from my second book, “Micro Fiction – An Anthology,” which is a collection of 100 Flash Fictions, most of which got written as I wrote my first book and at time needed something to help me get through a case of writer’s block I had been experiencing.
This is NOT a request for anyone to buy a copy of my book.