Vera had been carrying a torch for her Tommy, ever since he had waved a cheerful goodbye at the train station, back in 1940.
He had disappeared in a cloud of smoke and steam. She had waved her lace-edged handkerchief, tears coursing down her perfectly powdered cheeks, until he was just a speck in the distance.
Life marched on. The war ended. His parents became strangely distant and moved away to the countryside.
Vera never married, never forgetting her promise to wait for Tommy, forever.
Now, her rage knew no bounds. Forty years later and almost as many pounds heavier, he sat fat and happy in the seat opposite, holding his wife’s hand.
That is one big bruise he’s going to get!
Indeed he is! Decades of pent up emotions coming his way! 🙂
What a brilliant ending. I’m smiling, though I feel bad to. He might have let her know at least
Thank you! Well, you just can’t trust some people…