Jane Jago’s Daily Drabble – Two Hundred and Seventy-Three

It had been years since the train had taken him out of the valley to the university five hundred miles away. He swore that he would never return – taking nothing with him but the memory of a pair of velvet brown eyes.

But his father had died and he was duty bound to attend the funeral.

As the train pulled into the halt he realised they were gathered to see the prodigal son, but he saw nobody except her. As she came to greet him he saw his brother’s ring on her hand and his brother’s child in her belly…

©️jj 2019

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