Creative 102

tears

She was sitting on the stone steps to the library, pretending to read the book resting on her lap. It was only as I drew closer that I could see the tears flowing from her eyes and down the slender hand she held to her cheek. It was not the written words that caused her sadness; it was the words that had been spoken.

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