When The Heart Aches
Jun 14th, 2019 by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
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The anguish of losing a loved one aches the heart. Henry knew this too well as he walked the cemetery grounds to his wife’s grave, carrying a dozen red roses, her favorite flower.
The scent of spring was in the air. The nearby sparrows chirped without a care, and the squirrels climbed the trees. Henry, too busy making sure the roses were placed perfectly leaning against the stone, didn’t notice.
Henry kissed her name on the stone. “I’ll be back next week, my lovely Serena,” he said and walked away.
A gentle breeze blew a rose petal in the air.
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