Max
I'd gone to Victoria's grave today, it was becoming a habit now, but this time I brought a white daisy with me, and an envelop too. Tori always liked daisy's, I remember when she was pregnant with Sam, and she'd said when we'd have a baby girl, that we'd call her Daisy, it never happened though.
I stared at her gravestone long and hard, before I placed the items I held in front of it. I left the envelop right under the daisy and then I left before I decided I'd breakdown again.
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Max
Short StoryA short story about a guy called Max. lovely cover by @sporadikos ©_unwelcomethoughts 2014
