THE FAREWELL KISS
When we kissed farewell for the last time, we had just learned I was with child. After trying to have a child for three years, suddenly, it happened. And then unexpectedly, his Guard regiment was assigned a tour of duty.
The excitement about the baby. The honor to be called to serve. How little we knew of the future.
I visit with Marcus each month’s first Thursday; the day we said our last goodbye. I still remember the love in his eyes as he kissed me. The solemn composure of his face as he walked away to join his battalion.
Written for Friday Fictioneers. Requirements: Create a 100 word story from the photo prompt.