Tuesday, May 10, 2011

5.10.11 Special

Tears rolled down her cheeks.

She calmed.

“God, Why? Why did you have to take her? Lucy? My Lucy, my puppy, my best friend. She’s gone. Gone for good. I’ll never see her again…”

The tears started again. This time hot, angry tears, that rolled down her cheeks onto her pajamas. “She was my prized possession. She was the friend I never had. Why did you have to take her? She was special.”

A soft voice whispered, “Well, you know dear child? My son was special. But he died for a purpose. I know. I know exactly what you’re feeling. Run to me.”

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4 comments:

  1. RachelMay 10, 2011 at 7:01 PM

    This hit so close to home, it made me cry!

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  2. RachaelMay 10, 2011 at 7:40 PM

    I second what Rachel said. It made me tear up..
    this is very well written.

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  3. SaraMay 10, 2011 at 10:16 PM

    this is great brittany! and it's only your second drabble, too. :)
    it captures the emotion well.

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  4. NicoleMay 10, 2011 at 10:25 PM

    Good stuff, Brit. Keep writing.

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