Do you ever have this itsy bitsy suspicion about these sprouting little magazines that ask for your works for free and then refuse them that they actually don’t look for works; they look for ideas for their next book? After all, why won’t they accept blogged works? How many readers does a blog have? If it is not as popular as hot dog of-course! So where is the problem if I share a post I have already blogged and have been read by say five or six people?
She looked into his eyes; he smiled back at her as he wheeled her back from the operation theater after her cancer operation.
“How are you now?” she heard his voice, still woozy from drugs. He was placing a bunch of flowers in the vase beside her bed.
“Who sent them?” she was surprised because she had none, her husband of thirty years gave in to this ghoul named cancer a couple of years ago, they were issueless, and most of her relatives lived too far away and were very distant.
He smiled in a shy, boyish way, “I picked them up from my garden.”
One year later they exchanged wedding vows. It happened real fast, he just swept her away and gathered her in his arms.
Three months later he placed his wraith on her coffin, eyes stained with tears, it seemed death just won’t let her go, one by one all her body organs failed. He relocated after her death, too shattered.
She looked into his eyes; he smiled back at her as he wheeled her back from the operation theater after her operation, she was a miracle survivor of a terrible automobile fire that killed her husband.
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