Her eyes shifted to the side again and became glazed with a glassy layer of tears. As she blinked, they dripped from her eyelids and slid down her cheeks. She bit her lip tightly in attempt to hide any sound that wanted to escape from her mouth; my heart sank.
Her lower lip quivered as words slowly made their way out of her mouth. “They’re…” She began, yet what followed was engulfed in the tremors.
The tears flowed unchecked down her cheeks and dripped from her chin. She was too sad to cry out or wail, she just stood there as still as a statue while the magnitude of her loss swept over her. When asked years later to describe her sadness in the moment she heard of the tragic news of her son's death, her eyes would brim with tears once more, as if all those years had passed in a matter of seconds and she would say nothing. For once again she was lost in the torrid vortex of the moment. It was a moment that carried her forwards until only death could release her from it's clutches. She was forever tormented by a past that could not be undone.
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Tears Of Sorrow
Mystery / ThrillerA woman is trapped in a harsh reality where she cannot escape. Sorrow surrounds her. Everywhere she looks is cold. No warmth is in the air....all you could sense was despair.
