THE PROMISE
“Hey, Gramps.” Sighing heavily, Ronnie lowered himself onto the flat monument beside his Grandfather’s. Warm sun soaked him, highlighting the beloved name engraved in the stone he focused on.
Quiet …
“Well … I just got out again. Two years this time.” Tears brimmed. “I’m sure sorry, Sir … for messin’ up my life.”
A twig snapped, broke the silence. Ron looked right – chuckled. “I see your neighbor still keeps your goats. That’s good. They can come visit.”
Ten minutes passed. “I’ve been thinkin’ a lot about what you always told me: A real man does what’s right no matter what.” Tears flowed now.
Reaching to lay his hand on the engraved letters, Ronnie finally choked out words again. “I promise, Gramps. Starting day … I’ll be a real man.”
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The Happy Wordcrafter 
aww! nice little story . 😉
Thank you, Mr. Gerry.
Dear Sandra,
Hopefully Ron will keep his promise…this time. Touching story in any case. Full of truth and pathos.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Thank you, Rochelle. Maybe a future picture will bring us a sequel, and we’ll find out.
Wow. I’m a little choked up after reading this one. Let’s hope he’s able to keep his promise!
Me too. Maybe a future picture will bring us a sequel, and we’ll find out.
Sandra, I’m just about caught up now and I’m glad I kept on because it meant I got to read your story tonight. I hope he makes it!
janet
Thanks for the kind words, Janet.
Heartwarming.
Thank you, Dawn.
a well-written, moving tale 🙂
Thank you, Kz.