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In the deep mountains of the English countryside, just north of a little village, thereβs an isolated field composed of apple trees and wildflowers. There lies a small cottage surrounded by a little garden, with flowers and herbs planted over the years by me and my dying wife. She looks up at me, lying on our bed, smiling as much as her body allows her. Even after hundreds of years, her eyes still held that same feeling of wonder and love. Even while on her deathbed for what must be the thousandth time, she was still concerned with me and ho...
Submitted to Contest #54
Even after eleven years of separation, it still feels nothing has changed in this town. As the taxi drops me off by the door, I wonder if it's too late to run back in and go home, but I know that I've been holding off this talk for far too long. If she doesn't forgive me, I would understand, at least reached out and tried. At least I would still get to see her again. Walking up to that small brick house feels like the hardest thing I've done in my life. The white picket fence mocks me, and the daisies lined at the sidewalk jeer at my every s...
I have an insanely detailed but very unproductive imagination. I also write stuff.
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