Guest Post by George Davis


After a two-year romance, Lawrence and Jane get married. They vow to be friends and lovers forever as husband and wife, to never take an argument to bed with them. They get used to their marriage vow. They save until they move into a three-bedroom townhouse. Soon, they’re preparing a room for a child, born a son. Difficulties get into their life but get overlooked with joyous moments. Later, they prepare the other room for another child, born a daughter. Their life continues in the manner that they vowed but on occasions a strain does interfere. However, it does not stop their vow. Their children grow that creates unfamiliar situations that create disagreements between them. His employment relocates that put a weigh on their vow until he is employed again. Then one night, they go to bed with a disagreement; it happens many more time afterwards. Until, one day, it causes their separation that one day becomes a divorce. He stays a dad and a friendly acquaintance to her. Then one day, she introduces him. He never thought about that happening because he satisfies himself with an occasional overnight meeting with any female who wants the same. He accepts the situation with no changes with his feelings towards her or their children. She becomes sick. He stays in contact with her everyday until her passing. He meets with his teenaged children after the funeral.

“You can come and live with me now,” he says.

“Sorry dad but we want to stay with our stepfather,” his son tells him.

He is taken aback.

“You can keep the same visitation rights,” the stepfather says.

He stands. “I won’t bother,” he says and then struts away from them.

At his home, he stares at the photograph of him and his children on a trip. He walks to the photograph and removes it from the hook and drops it in the trash basket. He walks around his home and does the same to every family photograph. He keeps none.

Time passes for him. Memory fades until one day he sees a view of Jane before they married. His daughter reminds him of that view. “Why didn’t you come to your son’s funeral?” His daughter sobs. “They gave me the flag.” Off his angry stare, she tells him. “We thought it was mom’s wish because her marriage with our stepfather was with loving.”

“I knew your mother better than you two. What you two did can’t be made right never in my mind,” he tells her.

“I will soon marry. Will you come to the wedding?” She asks.

“No,” he says, “but I wish your marriage be a good one like ours before our vow was broken.”

Choked up she walks away. He sighs and hopes as time passes their memories of each other will fade away but now he can always keep a view of Jane as his time passes.


He goes to see who is ringing his doorbell. He opens the door and looks at his daughter and then sees a baby cradled in her arms. “Dad, you’re my daughter’s grandfather. My stepfather is not and I told him that,” she tells him. He steps aside to let his family into his home.  

George A. Davis born in Philadelphia PA (presently resides in Tampa FL): studied creative writing at The Community College of Philadelphia, retired Federal government employee, and presently write stories – http://gadavis-writergeorge.blogspot.com


Posted on January 2, 2013, in Short Stories. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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