Promise At Dawn

By Scott Watkins

I saw my mother get out of the taxi, in front of the dining room door, her cane in hand, a Gauloise in her mouth under the mocking gaze of the soldiers, with a theatrical gesture, she opened her arms to welcome me, waiting for her son to jump into them according to the etiquette and rules. I sauntered toward her, shoulders hunched, cap pulled down over my eyes, hands in the pockets of my leather vest, which had done so much work in the air force recruitment of young men, and I was both angry and confused at my mother's sudden appearance, an appearance that was hard to accept in a world of men where I was enjoying the reputation of being "tough", "worthy" and "tough", a reputation that I had worked so hard to gain. I pretended to be cold, hugged and kissed my mother, trying to pull her to the back of the taxi so that no one could see her, but in vain, she just took a step back to see me better, then, her face radiant, her eyes shining, her hand on her chest, she sniffed hard, for her sniffing like that was an expression of extreme joy, she shouted in a very heavy Russian accent, everyone could hear:

• Format: Paperback
• Language: English
• ISBN: B0F63LRKWQ
• ISBN13: 9798280848085
• Release Date: April 2025
• Publisher: Independently published
• Length: 267 Pages
• Dimensions: 8.3" x 0.6" x 5.8"