“This is awesome, Dad,” Chris said. His thin arm snaked around my shoulder and pulled me close. “Thank you.”
Chris loved history, especially gladiators. Ever since he was little, no firefighter, cop, or superhero for him. Every year his wooden short-sword and gladiator costume came out.
His mother snapped a picture of our hug on the amphitheater stage. We had pulled Chris out of school to travel to Europe. The type of trip people plan for all their lives, but wait until it’s too late.
The leukemia took him six months later.
Goodbye, my gladiator. Te meruit requiescite.
Word Count: 100
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