Taking
one tiny footstep at a time, she crawled up the hill, to find the flowers of
every color she wanted. Red, pink, yellow, orange and even blue! Picking two of
each, she traced back her path, content.
Her
father had finally returned from the war.
Very nice one Amo. Loved it. Very touching. You people are getting better with each post. Keep it up and do write often.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much M :)
DeleteShort,Sweet but Sad.I liked it.
ReplyDeleteThank you :)
DeleteSo i counted the words. First 55fiction i read. Dint even know these existed. :P
ReplyDeleteIts touching, and pleasant. :)
I am guessing its you D11 :)
DeleteThank you for dropping by and glad you liked it :)
Sad yet very nice! And as expected of you 55fiction exponents, a neat twist in the end :)
ReplyDeleteBravo!