the faint glow of the lamp beside her bed was the only light that night,
but it was not stopping her from writing;
writing words from her heart, writing letters for him.
dear love,
she stopped,
stared,
and sighed.
she shook her head
as she crumpled another unsent paper,
again.
YOU ARE READING
fifty
Short Storyfifty words | fifty different stories lowercase intended (stories of our thoughts - some are lighthearted, some are sad.) anyone could be the he, she, they, i or you in these stories. [15 out of 50 short stories]
