SHARDS OF BROKEN GLASS 1

By Poisefreak,
Sunday November 10, 2013

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It was a calm sunday afternoon, the heat wave had become a tad unbearable, and Rita was forced to abandon the thoughts of taking a nap as she made to get out of bed to step outside for fresh air. “Don’t leave me” “Don’t leave me”, Rita heard Canice mutter softly as she stirred in her sleep, taking a long look at her she wondered if it was a good idea to wake her up. “Don’t leave me”, she continued to mutter, Rita got up from her bed and walked over to Canice’s side. Crouching by the side of her sister’s bed, she began to stroke her hair softly, it had been three months since Francis passed away, Rita felt sorry for her sister.

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