• Short Stories

    The Death of a Girl

    She’s been up for days with no end in sight. She can’t sleep, she can’t eat, wondering if she might be right. She got so depressed looking back on her life. Here she is older, much older, and here she is yielding a knife. Life should have been better, it shouldn’t  be  over. Wondering why she was so unlucky, where is her four leaf clover. Enduring the betrayal of people that she had felt great love. Wondering if she would fly high in the sky and become a pretty white dove. She listened to the criticism all her life, wondering if it would ever mend. The criticism continued even following…