Two sentence story #4

This is the sequel to story #3

The painting is by Albert Anker


There was no outright neglect, no cold dislike: I never wanted for anything, except love. Her eyes were always absent, and when she held me in her arms I could feel her pain, her longing for the one I was not—the one who died.

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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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