The wrinkled old man sat patiently beside his luggage in the bus station and stared toward the glass door at the far end of the waiting room. What was this madness? he wondered. It had all started so innocently.
He chuckled softly to himself . . .
His wife had wanted a son, plain and simple. But the doctor had told them even before they were married years ago this was impossible. She would be barren. ...continuedWayman Publishing-Amazon
Note: This story appeared December 1, 2012 in the anthology Open Doors: Fractured Fairy Tales, available for purchase from Amazon at the above link, either as a printed book, an audio book, or an e-book.
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