“No…” I blink at the screen in front of me. “No no no no!” I grabbed the closest thing to me, (which was a stapler) and threw it across the room.
I bury my face in my hands. I have just deleted all my life's work and I can’t get it back. I feel tears rush down my cheeks.
My work just flushed down the drain. What am I gonna do? I ask myself. I poured everything into this work, and now it’s gone.
I hear a small knock at my open door and see my husband, John, with a worry and confused look on his face. “What happened?” He asked, glancing over the stapler that was now on the wall.
“My work” my voice broke as I spoke “it’s all gone, it's just gone”
John walked over to me and pulled me into a tight embrace and I just broke.
Hi Mak,
ReplyDeleteI think this is a really great story and you really made it quite sad.
What was the inspiration?
Next time maybe add some extra detail like were she works, who john is, etc.
GOOD JOB! :)
Bluebell
Thank you so much! I really appreciate your feedback.
DeleteI totally forgot to add the picture it was based off! But I will fix that. :)