This story is a response to the Challenge posted on Friday Fictioneers, which is a weekly blog link-up led by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields at Addicted to Purple. A story with a beginning, middle and end in just 100 words or below, making every word count. Here goes my attempt, hope you guys like it.
TILL MY LAST BREATH
Every time I looked up, she was there. Almost every day, every time I crossed the street.
At the window, that old bricked building with mirror panes and green sills.
Her dark hair flowing with the breeze, a spectacle of love and kindness, she always showed her love, smiled at me and whistled at times.
I longed for her touch, to express my love…in gratitude for the love she fed me with.
Now, here she lays underneath this earth…I can smell her.
Now, she talks to me, and I….will be beside her….TILL MY LAST BREATH.
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