SCENE THE FIRST—At the GALAHAD-GREENS’.
Mrs. G.-G. GALAHAD!
Mr. G.-G. (meekly). My love?
Mrs. G.-G. I see that the proprietors of All Sorts are going to follow the American example, and offer a prize of £20 to the wife who makes out the best case for her husband as a Model. It’s just as well, perhaps, that you should know that I’ve made up my mind to enter you!
When he was born he had exactly six minutes of normal living. For those six minutes he was loved, cosseted and crooned over by midwives and nurses. He entered the world feeling cautious but very comfortable.
Then he opened his eyes.
A few of the nurses shrieked; some ran away.
They brought Jamie home in the shirt Addie had mended, the tiny stitches on the right cuff black with soot. The socks she had darned the night before, the heels having grown thin, were scorched and ragged. His work boots had been blown off, the men said. But it was the watch that broke her. The silver disk was still tucked in Jamie’s shirt pocket…
Here are a few May trifles for Mothers Day: “Bringing Jamie Home” by Margaret Frey, a literary piece; “Dear Sunshine” by Michelle Denham, a fantasy; and a Classic Flash from Punch. For the Classic, we had some difficulties finding a good story specifically about mothers, so we gave you the next best thing — the perfect husband. […]