A woman sat there, in her rocking chair, humming a melody as she rocked back and forth. A thin shawl lay on her knees, covering up her atrophied¹ legs. Her silky black hair now a little coarse, due to lack of maintenance.
The picture screamed tranquilness but the serenity was soon destroyed by the pain-filled groans of the woman. She had Coronary Artery Disease, a fatal disease that was eating away her life. Few moments later the environment regained its tranquility as if it hadn't been disturbed in the first place.
The passing of an insignificant human didn't even leave a mark on nature. This insignificant human was Amara. Amara Jones
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Amara was woken up by the sound of shrill wailing. It was high pitched enough to give off the impression that is wasn't even made by a human. It was enough to make her ears bleed. She just got some breathing space after a life filled with heart wrenching pain. Was even after life so hard ?!
She really wanted to scream, and that's what she did. But what came out of her mouth wasn't the unusually loud voice she was used to hearing but a shrill screech similar to the one that woke her up...
Can someone please explain to her, what in the world was happening?!
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ATROPHIED - having lost effectiveness or vigour due to underuse or neglect. In this case her legs, as she hadn't walked in a long time due to the continuous spams of pain from her heart
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