Lyka sobbed loudly in her apartment. How could she live now that the man she loved was gone? A fire became her worst enemy and she swore to never cook again. The memories made her cry louder. She heard a knock at the door. Opening it, she expected to see her roommate, but found a man covered in bandages and casts. All she could see were his striking green eyes. That was all she needed to see to know it was her husband. Now she cried more. Instead of sadness, her flowing tears were filled with something better; pure happiness.
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100 Word Stories
RandomThese are very short stories that contain 100 words each. No more, no less. I update when I'm bored.
