Emily, Twelve Years Old

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The last time he saw her, long honey hair braided in two and tied hastily at the ends with bright green ribbons, was the last time he smiled.  She stretched her tanned arm out the window and waved an excited good-bye, lighting up the platform with her smile and shining eyes.  Last-minute passengers jumped aboard, just in the nick of time.  That day, haunting his memory like a game of cat-and-mouse, was the last of happiness for them.  Their lives were shriveled up things now, their hearts dry and cracked.  They could not invent a future for themselves, void of her.  On her twentieth birthday, they lowered an empty coffin into the ground.  Their tears fell heavily, and silently melted into the orange sunset.  The had to, some how, close the book.  Love, joined loss, underground.

Reviews

[Helen Crutchett]

Penned beautifully! Thank you for submitting this to Tovli's "Ten Words".

[Raivenne]

Mark of an excellent write, I wanted to know much more about them and how this came to be. Beautifully penned.

[Crowley]

Great use of the words, nice stat to something bigger I think....good writing.