AUTHORS NOTE: grammatical corrections are much appreciated! This is not a happy go lucky story so if that's what you are looking for you will not get it here. This is a historically and geographically correct piece of heart wrenching fiction. I hope you appreciate it :)
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A man sits on the worn couch in the middle of his living room. His eyes, half open due to the sores around his eyes and face, looked painful, but he doesn't feel anything. His hands, which had started to lose their ability to open and close, laid in his lap, limp, covered with small bumps that had been there for years now. While he closed his eyes the little they had left he let his mind wander and an image of a beautiful woman shone through to him against the black. She had radiant green eyes that stood out against her dark skin and a smile that could light up even the most unforgiving darkness. She looked at him and all that he felt was a complete, all-encompassing love. "Haneul." As his name escaped her lips, a tear slid down his cheek. As he opened his eyes and wiped the tear away he was overwrought with a sense of sadness.
He stood. Walking over to the sill above the fireplace, he picked up something that he had wrapped his fingers around so many times before. It almost slipped through his stubbornly weak fingers but he clung to it as if it were a life line. It was a locket. Inside tucked away was a picture of her on one side, and one of him on the other. His first present to her. He had been young and healthy then.
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Health for Life
Short StoryThis is a short story. Unpublished and very rough. It follows the memories of an old man reflecting on his heartfelt, painful life. Memories are sometimes all that we are left with and this man remembers everything vividly. Based in South Korea duri...
