Friday, March 20, 2009

Final Version of 55 word story

Standing at the steel doors glaring down at the warm blooded body of my father. Slowly I’m watching his breath decrease.

“Father?!” I said.

Apathetically I ponder as I watched closely at my father’s face. All I can view was this warm hearted man with a cold body lying. It was his time to go.

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