1. Short Story - The Painted Door
... brain didn't work. I simply stared at her fixedly with that peculiar expression on my face and I tried to let myself calm down. Even if I saw the women's face, I still had a slim ray of hope that the woman wasn't Ann in my deep mind. I walked to approach them with all my strength to prove what I thought. Each step was so hard to keep ... lips were locked, then, she stared at me. Now, I was really sure that it was Ann. I felt my world was collapsed and hope had quite departed from my mind. My heart broke into seven pieces, one for each year that Ann and I had been marriage. "Why did you ...
- Word Count: 612
- Approx Pages: 2
- Grade Level: High School