Sitting there in the frost-covered park, with snowflakes gently falling from the cold, October sky, he reflected upon the events of the past few days. He desperately clung onto any bits of hope that entered his mind but it was a struggle. As he stared at the fragile flower he held in his grasp it reminded him of his wife fragile, breakable lying on her hospital bed fighting for her life.
A soft bells sound escaped the man’s pocket. his frosty hand reached down, The pocket zipped open and he slides out a cold object and holds it to his ear.
‘Hello,’ he crocked into the phone.
‘hi, is this the phone of Sye Jonhson’
‘its is’
‘ i am extremely sorry sir your wife has just passed’
he drops the phones, not knowing what to think. He choked on his warn tears. trump he fell onto the cool icy grass and all went black.
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