Endnu en Short Short Story - Sunday Morning
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That Sunday
morning you were still here. Peaceful silence filled the air, as you were
sleeping next to me. I looked at every beautiful curve at your face, softly
kissing the corner of your lips; your skin soft as a newborn’s. You used to
wake up before I did. I caressed you cheek, realizing how cold it was.
All I
remember is an ambulance, rain and a lot of people in black.
Today I couldn’t
sleep longer. I closed my eyes, trying to sleep away the hurting silence, but
it was no help. This Sunday morning you were not here.
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