Johnathan sat in backyard of his family’s home with a bottle of red wine half way finished and cameleo cigarrates resting on his lap. He was in his mood again as people say without a doubt, not looking into the facts. He was grieving really – he lost his young sister a year ago.
“Just move on they say, just move the hell on.” Countless of people would say, sometimes it was his own family.
‘Bastards’ he thought as he felt his heart suddenly crack at the small little memory of sister playing the grand piano in the school’s talent contest.
Thinking of how happy she was up there on stage, with a soft smile on her bright face.
So young and free.
So young…
And forgotten already.
YOU ARE READING
Rosie
Misterio / SuspensoA story of events of trauma to a young girl and her family. ××××××× Hi! Thanks for taking the time look at my little story , it means a bunch to me. But here's a few tips about this book here: *The chapters are REALLY REALLY short Mostly at 40 words...
