Genre: Historical Fiction
The old man walked out of his carriage and slowly approached Layla with a frown. His frown had somehow been able to shape a fire above his eyebrows. His glasses only had one lens, while the other one on his left seemed to easily fall off.
Once the old man got closer to Layla, he put one of his hands on her shoulders. "The British have declared war."
Layla looked at the old man both surprisingly and suspiciously. Once she saw the old man's reaction she quickly let out a tear.
"But the letter, the speech, didn't it work?" Layla said, then looked at the hard cold floor. More tears soon started to escape from her eyes, and soon enough the were between the cracks of the stones.
"I'm sorry," the old man began. "but this means the end."
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Nothing Went As Planned - A Wattpad Writers Take On The Writing Prompt Exercise
Fiction générale"Nothing went as planned." A collection of Flash Fiction from the talented Wattpad Forums Community. Stories contained within are used with the permission of some of the authors.
