Real Men Do Cry

15 Jan

Friday Fictioneers  17 January 2014

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Copyright - Erin Leary

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Real Men Do Cry

Francis sat on the fence in the rain, a place where his tears would not show.

He was stunned by the doctor’s words, taking them in like a sponge until he could absorb no more.

He needed time, but time was a luxury that he didn’t have.

Being a methodical man by nature, he had already begun to make a to-do list in his head. There were people who should be told. He would sell his beloved Harley to help pay off the medical expenses. Then there would be a small white coffin to buy..

Sobs racked his body as tears streamed down his cheeks once again

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22 Responses to “Real Men Do Cry”

  1. rochellewisoff January 15, 2014 at 6:57 am #

    Dear Patricia,

    Few words are needed. Powerful! Bravo!

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

  2. claireful January 15, 2014 at 9:03 am #

    Oh no! I of course thought this was bad news about him, but ‘small white coffin’ suggests otherwise!

  3. elmowrites January 15, 2014 at 9:08 am #

    Like Claireful, I spotted the “small white coffin” touch and this piece took on a whole new meaning. Nicely done (if nice is the word!)

    • Sandra January 15, 2014 at 10:12 am #

      Very poignant ending.

  4. atrm61 January 15, 2014 at 10:11 am #

    Oh no!This is the saddest,the most tragic blow one has to face-poor guy!Heart breaking piece-crisp writing Patricia!

  5. AnElephantCant January 15, 2014 at 10:15 am #

    Superbly written, staggeringly painful.

  6. lingeringvisions by Dawn January 15, 2014 at 12:29 pm #

    I recently wondered if I knew I was going to die how much time I would spend crying.

  7. silentlyheardonce January 15, 2014 at 3:30 pm #

    An emotionally well written story.

  8. EagleAye January 15, 2014 at 8:28 pm #

    How terrible to lose a child. A parent should not have to bury their child. Wonderfully written piece.

  9. nanclairefalkner January 16, 2014 at 2:29 am #

    We have buried a grandchild in a small white coffin. This was well written and believe me, I know the tears. Well written! Nan

  10. talesfromthemotherland January 16, 2014 at 3:00 am #

    Truly moving and raw. The small, white coffin nails it… as if it needed nailing! So well written, but that single detail is heart breaking. Well done.

  11. vbholmes January 16, 2014 at 8:02 am #

    A very sad tale well told.

  12. Jan Brown January 16, 2014 at 10:33 am #

    Heartbreaking, but extremely well done.

  13. hugmamma January 17, 2014 at 1:44 am #

    A wrenching tale told with a few well chosen words.

  14. kz January 17, 2014 at 3:48 am #

    another powerful and emotional piece from you. well-crafted.

  15. Mike January 17, 2014 at 9:42 am #

    Heart wrenching and very well done.

  16. patrickprinsloo January 17, 2014 at 2:07 pm #

    Tough piece.Well done.

  17. erinleary January 18, 2014 at 4:26 pm #

    Beautiful story, so well told in so few words.

  18. Lyn January 18, 2014 at 6:36 pm #

    So well written, and then came the small white coffin. Gut wrenching!

  19. annisik51 January 19, 2014 at 7:07 am #

    A twist in a dark tale that made it even darker. Your use of the ‘everyday’ – to-do list/Harley was a great contrast – reality and reality disbelieved. Oh, those to-do lists and motorbikes, I know them too well. I still have a set of motorbike leathers I can’t let go after 27 years! Ann

  20. pattisj January 19, 2014 at 11:24 pm #

    I’m sorry to hear the truth behind your story. I can’t imagine the pain. Well written.

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