One sentence story #6

Painting by Wiosna

WyczolkowskiWiosna

Golden light beckoned, filling the empty house that echoed with the sound of weeping, drawing her through the window to follow him into the outstretched arms of peace.

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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

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