(Author’s Note: Merry Christmas. When I find out more info, I could have updates. To make it simple: I may be moving to public school teaching. Otherwise, here’s today’s Fictioneers! Merry Christmas, yet again!)
Driving Home For Christmas
by Miles H. Rost
Justin Lamphere walked. Carrying a pack and a gas can, he held his thumb out. Around his thumb, a keychain with the picture of a 7 year old girl.
“I hope I can get home to you, peanut,” he said, as though she was there.
Just as he turned around, he heard a vehicle pull over onto the gravel.
“Hey!” he heard a shout from the car, “Trying to get home for Christmas, Marine?”
“Yeah!” Justin called out, running towards the car.
“Get your butt in here, maggot! We’re getting you home!”
Thank you, Lord…and thank you, Chesty Puller, he thought.