Farewell, Angela

Farewell, Angela

My friend Angela died yesterday morning while I was alone with her holding her hand. She passed away peacefully, in silence. She had had a stroke a week ago, she was 100 years old. It was her time. She doesn’t suffer anymore. I believe she is in a better place....
Deep wounds

Deep wounds

Will they come? It’s late, and I’m waiting here alone. Maybe my wife is right. I’m a fool trying to forget the wounds of our recent history. We had survived a war on opposite sides. Too much blood and cruelty have torn us apart. We were just kids...
April’s party

April’s party

April was excited. She was going to Gwen’s birthday party! It was the first invitation since her family had moved to her new city. She felt she was beginning to be a part of the gang at school again. She had chosen a gift for her new friend carefully: a book she...
Good-Bye, my dear friend

Good-Bye, my dear friend

A friend of mine has died. I just read about him in the news. We worked together for 26 years in my newspaper. He was a photographer. I was a writer. We began to work the same year and used to go along to many places to do our job as reporters, he with his camera, me...
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