The calm breeze slightly brushed against her black dress, as
she pulled the lever, slowly lowering his casket into the ground. A final tear
escaped the corner of her eye, as she saw him look up at her from his grave,
accusation writ in his eyes, the pulse on his neck beating a steady rhythm.
nice, touching story
ReplyDelete@Arumugam Easwar - Thank you!! :)
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