Broken like the new China Vase lying on the sheath
Broken like my heart
Broken like my soul


November 29, 2018

PROMPT: Turned to Stone

Once , in a gray world, there lived a girl. She sat on a swing,looking intently at the clouds. The gray clouds. The main cause of the gray patch which had stained her life to such extent that...that it could not washed off....
An outline of a living being was coming towards her. Slowly...Cautiously....as if it knew what was going to happen ....it came closer. More closer....yes..yes..she could see him now ! That stitch on the upper lip.Yes,that was him ! I am sorry Henry.'she said. ' I am really sorry. 'Her face hid behind a curtain of darkness as she pointed a revolver to him. 'I have to do this Henry....'
There was a sound ,and then.....all was over.

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