My name is Isle and this isn't my story. I am a city oldie and a man at the age of 87. I have seen many beauties in my life of my wife. I have never thought for a second I didn't know this city women I had married at 32 years old. Lily was a natural blonde with blue eyes but her hair was never seen natural. She had colors flowing through her hair and she had her nails painted black everyday. My wife grew away from her crazy hair and nails. Lily wasn't Lily when she died, Lily was Emily. My wife's belongings were kept few because she lost her mind thinking I was Tom. "Who was Tom?" Crossed my mind but I never felt the need to ask.
I received a letter in the mail from a women named Eugenia Rogers and she lived in Kansas. I decided to wait to read the letter because I knew it had nothing to do with me. Emily Lilian Rose birth name printed on the front of the first page.
I waited weeks but I knew I was afraid to have my mind changed about Emily and that's exactly what happened. My Emily/Lily was someone else's.
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The hands of time
短篇故事Lily has one day before moving back home to Iowa and going off to College. Lily has the love of her life at her hands and it may only be for her last day before leaving. Lily gets a note that frightens her and her future.
