As the clouds covered the sun, allowing a single ray of sunlight to splashed onto the casket, of a beautiful child. Kassandra remembers, how a normal doctor's visit had turned into a death sentence. Eighteen months old, her daughters life was being measured in weak beeps. Gently, she held her. Looking over to the hospital courtyard, the water glistened as light peeked onto a fountain. She watched her daughter fight to breath, yet the world kept turning. In her sleep, hellish reenactments of everyday terror, so vivid. Pleading for mercy, her cries go unanswered. She will never be the same.
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was instructed to write a short story, with only 100 words.
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Written September 28th, 2004
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oh my gosh that brought tears to my eyes it is really good i cant wait to read more of your stuff you have a passion for what you do and i hope to one day be able to post more of my more upsetting ones but this is extreamly well
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We all come from the same source and will all return to that
source when we pass, where once again we will be united with those who have left...
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Very good write. Full of emotion. I agree with lucyharvey--her comment is so totally on the mark. Thanks for sharing. Melody
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tears may never wash away the pain but will leave a puddle of love that will never dry...
elaine
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