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"Let's run away," she whispered.
"Where shall we go?" I moved in closer.
"To an island far away," her eyes sparkled, "With
coastal cliffs, cascading waterfalls and lush green plantations."
"And our house?" I asked.
"Will be set in a vineyard with terraced fields of emerald
hue."
"Our own Castillo
de los Sueños."
"A castle of dreams" she smiled "with a shed to
store the wine."
"I want one with a sloping tin roof," I held her hand.
"I grant you your wish," smilingly she closed her
eyes.
The Hospital log recorded the time of death at 11:45 PM
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Written for Friday Fictioneers. Word Count : 99
:( that last line was like a punch in the gut and made me teary eyed (i cry easily) excellent story
ReplyDeleteThanks for your appreciation Kz.
DeleteKnock after knock, you stand like a rock.
ReplyDeleteThank you Umashankar.
DeleteGood exit strategy and way to go! Great story! Nan
ReplyDeleteThanks for reading and commenting Nan.
DeleteSo sad.. but I'm glad she died with a smile on her face.. the best way to pass away I guess...
ReplyDeleteThanks Bjorn I am glad you liked it.
DeleteDear Subroto,
ReplyDeleteOh my. I didn't see that one coming. Beautifully crafted.
shalom,
Rochelle
Thanks Rochelle, glad you liked it.
DeleteA beautiful goodbye.
ReplyDeleteThanks Dawn.
Deleteso sad - but beautifully written. I like the twist, I did not expect it.
ReplyDeleteLiebe Grüße
Carmen
Thank you for reading Carmen.
DeleteLovely vision, sad ending, successful story.
ReplyDeleteThank you for reading and commenting.
DeleteI was beaming while reading-thinking,how romantic and then came the last line and my heart broke!No wonder it is said somethings are too good to be true-sigh!A beautifully crafted tale Subroto:-)
ReplyDeleteThanks Atreyee
DeleteNo tears for me when I die, let laughter follow me as I fly.
ReplyDeleteThat's a beautiful thought Purba. Thanks for reading.
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