The following is a featured 100-word story from the December Writing Challenge.


It must have been coincidence that whenever they visited, it rained. And just like that, the spark of hope was extinguished, leaving behind a mood as grey as the sky. She remembers the tell-tale smell, the ward, the kindly doctors. She remembers the hand gripping hers, the trembling breaths, the sunken eyes. She remembers the black dress and the flowers. The stillness. A quiet.

One year has passed, but each day has its own conflict:
She fights to stop the tears.
She struggles to repair, piece by piece, a broken heart.
She tries to remember, but her memories are fading.




Em. C

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