The male smiled looking at his watch. Looking forward for the one in sight. The smile widening as he waited. He waited and waited. The walls of the rooms were bright. His cheerful mood didn't fade. Not till someone else entered the room. He tilted his head, his smile fading as the other came forward. The ginger wrote something on a clipboard and left. The doctor looking male put the clipboard on the wall for all to read. "Howard silen. He will not stop smiling. Not after what he did. Howard believes that his wife will visit. He seems to have forgotten that he had killed her."
By Tainted Sorrow
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oh my sorrow
Short Storycollection of short stories and poems made by a friend who i admire and love dearly.
