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An attempt at tiny tales

Like a sentinel, she stood in the background. She masked her pain held her daughter’s hand and turned off her husband’s ventilator.

They both exchanged their ‘I do’s’. In fervent excitement, he lifted her veil to marvel at her moist eyes. It wasn’t who he thought it was.

Suitcases, boxes and dried up roses ushered in memories of his funeral; these memories filled me with euphoria.

His honesty pierced through her. In great terror of being understood, she yielded to him reluctantly. It drove him mad to witness her mind.

She looked both ways before stepping onto the road. As she did, a meteor crashed onto the ground next to her. She was reduced to ashes.

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