Looking through the window, I saw the iron-grey sky, waiting. Rain streaked down the window like melting silver. Eight summers had passed since I had seen her blue eyes. Connected by the telephone, her charming voice reached my soul but I missed the warm touch of her cold hand. The rain stopped.
The clouds passed and the sun emanated. The sky colored with delight. I squealed with joy. It was the sound of the bell.
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Collection of Short Descriptive Writings
Short StoryIn this anthology, you'll discover stories that will melt your heart, intoxicate your brain, pace your heartbeat, terrify your soul and pretty much just paralyze your entire body. Hope you like it. Happy Reading. ^-^ *Author's note: Please do comm...
