The trees danced as she strode along the park that day.Everything all around seemed to be projecting a calm energy.
With the many horrific nightmares she had,everything appeared to be totally unhinged from Mrs.Nikki' gut instincts.She nervously fidgeted her fingers,waiting that in any moment something might happen.
Soon her heart raced as fast as a racehorse with sweat dripping down her face profousely, her hands turned as cold as ice.
With the uncanny feelings she felt .She tried to do one trick that once worked when she was a child. Her earthy hazel eyes turned shut,then she counted 1 through 10 as if she was a child whom believed all bad things will come to an end.
Though the strong vibration inside one of the pockets of her forest green trenchcoat woke her from her fantasies.
There she couldn't help but bring her knees to the ground,grappling as it made contact with the fallen dried leaves.
It was a message from her mother in which contained the phrase in capital letters ,"THEY'RE ALL DEAD".This sent shivers through her spine causing water to stream from her eyes.
Of course that was just a piece of the text message that delivered sad news of her children's demise and her missing husband.
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Short StoryIn a world where people put on masks Mrs.Nikki Hous a loving wife and self-made billionaire is on the hunt to find the killers whom murdered her children;with her beloved husband as a missing suspect. Therefore she makes use of her wealth to obtai...
