A Story by Ryan Walker

Wrote using only 100 words

Wracked by sorrow, the man silently moaned as he slid the fine thumb-sized blade across his wrists, the blood immediately flowing. No one would see and not many would care. As the darkness set in the man behind those cold wrought iron bars wept; he wept for the love he could have given and wept for the love he could have allowed himself to feel. He wept for Elayne, the one who he should have loved, the one who gave him everything. It was too late. He wept for Abigail, for Emily, his daughters. It was too late. Darkness came for him. 

© 2013 Ryan Walker

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Very good Drabble. I do these for fun. I think it helps hone writing skill.

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Added on May 24, 2013
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Ryan Walker
Ryan Walker

Fort Worth, TX

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A Story by Ryan Walker