The woman closed her eyes as she leaned against the other, a soft smile on her face while she listened to the strumming of the guitar and the gentle voice of her significant other. She always loved to hear her voice. She adored her songs and her calming presence. She quietly mumbled along with the song, having heard it a thousand times by now. But that didn't make her hate it. She loved it everytime she heard it. It made her so happy and warm... She wished that feeling would last a little longer each time.
She tangled the stems of flowers together, forming a small circle above her head with them. The shadow of the tree was quite nice too... She place the newly formed flower crown next to her, not daring to look where she put it as she began to weave another. She leaned forward a bit, enjoying the music and the calm, warm, sunny day. It was... It was nice...
She turned her head in the direction of the flower crown she put down, a stone in front of her, decorated with said crown.
How did she forget...?
'FLORA WEATIN
2000-2022
DIED IN A CAR CRASH.
A WIFE, A FRIEND, A MOTHER.'
The clouds began to cover the sun as the music began to fade into buzzing and a loud, alarm-like sound. The singing disappeared into the storming wind and the now pouring rain. She lowered her head...
She woke up.
The bed was empty next to her, the bags under her eyes not solved by her sleep. She turned over, smacking the alarm.
Right...
It's time for work.
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Short Stories
General FictionThis is just a collection of short stories I have made over the year(s?). Most of them are just stories of my own characters. I will try to keep up with everything. (Cover art by: Me.)
