This is a story that I came up with with help from the latest workshop when we were to come up with a story with help from a themeword, a place/setting and something that had to be included in the story.
Soft tears rolled down her cheeks. She had cried so many times during the last couple of weeks. She looked in the mirror and watched her aging face that after all the crying seemed even older. As she dried her tears she decided that today would be the last time she cried out of grief. From now on she wanted to smile when she thought of him. Her little boy. He would forever be her baby even though he died as a man.
She put on her in black dress and her wide brim hat whilst waiting for Karen. She had been his wife but was now his widow. As his mother and his wife they were to meet the people together before his funeral. When Karen arrived she grabbed her mother in laws hand and together they walked out on the balcony and watched the sea of people and press from all over the world that was gathered outside. Now it was real. He was dead and there was nothing to deny. He was dead and the whole world was in mourning. The president was dead.
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She was his mother NAD his wife? Is this a mistake or was he like a baby? :P
Liked it anyways, alot of story- short text. I never been good at those. Gr8 work! :D
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