Five Sentence Fiction … Detour

Wood Sampler 

As the woman packed hers son’s last few items into his kit bag she paused. Remembering her childhood; stolen soon after puberty, with her hand on her belly a mass to protect her now dysfunctional womb. Four fine sons were her only reward; but two had died in the war and the other missing.  The boy gathered his bags and strode to the waiting truck without a backward glance.  She picked up her sampler left undone for the last 20 years and began stitching.