Her gold hoops touched her shoulders when she moved.
Those suited her classic features and olive complexion.
Nonchalant about her surroundings, she sipped at her tea.
Company was not welcome.
Coping with death of a long time partner was not easy.
Everyone knew, she was learning to live without him
Sadness in her demeanour was not very encouraging for anyone to approach
Respectful of her wishes, no one intruded upon her solitude
Paying for her tea, she walked out
Head held high, a smile playing on her lips
She shopped for grocery, all her favourite things
It could not have come sooner, his death
She welcomed wholeheartedly the space in her life and her fridge
The arsenic had done its work well
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Good stuff.
Thanks for this, nicely done.
This is a work of art, with the slow denouement worthy of a master,
leading to the O.Henrysque punch line. Liked it very much, Gautami.
Something very cool.
Warmest
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i wonder about the word "grocery" rather than "groceries". just a thought.
An instructional guidance piece on going for the gold with pen to paper ! I assure all at first in this career, iis not the immediate income I am after; rather the immediate gratification I get when someone reads a piece of mine and smiles, laughs, sighs or cries. It also is an opportunity for me to absorb constructive criticism which . . .
Click to see where criticism takes this writer
well written