02-18-2010, 05:51 PM
♥ I Stitched a Tale! ♥
Username: Xandriana
Word Count: 483
Theme: The Tear Jerker
Entry: Two Roses, One Bullet.
He walks through the dark alone, as a damp pressing mist forms around him. Stopping on the spot his heart has come to dread. This lonely cold grave, no place for his love to rest. He kneels down to clean off the stone, dusting it off to look at it through the glow of the lantern. A small gray slab of stone to mark her resting place. Telling only her name, date of birth and date of death. It tells nothing of her life, of the family she left behind, or how she died. Beside it lay two roses gone black with decay, roses were her favorite flowers. He picks them up to throw them away then he stops and puts them back. Sadly he looks at them laying there, as she lay below them. Cold, decaying, bereft of life, he could only hope she had found love and joy in the next world.
"No father should out live his child." He whispers taking out a gun. Ten years it had been before he brought her killer to Justice. Ten years to see the man who had taken his daughter from them be convicted of his crime. In those ten years he had watched his wife struggle. The light and joy gone out of her eyes as it had their lives. Now sad and weary he lay down. He slowly brought the barrel of his gun to his heart. One bullet finished what her murder had started, the ripping of his heart from him. He set down his gun and composed himself as to sleep. He closed his eyes, he would be with her soon.
The next morning they found his body. All the papers carried the story, they played on the tragedy. Reminded the people of the tragedies in his life, of his daughters murder and the search to bring the killer to justice. They told of his wife how she died giving birth to his son, only two months prior. They told of his son now an orphan, the last victim in this great tragedy. They told how the boy was to be raised by his fathers sister, now his only living kin. They pestered his sister for an interview, and for pictures and videos of the baby. The sensationalism lasted a week before the story was replaced by the next big thing. After the fan fair died down, the story was hardly spoken of. When people did speak of the Sheriff and his daughter it was always as a tragic story. Half truth half legend, the living proof, the poor boy left behind. He grew knowing the story, he grew up with the pain and wondered. What would his family be like if his sister hadn't been killed. That question always in mind he followed his father becoming Sheriff in his own time. Hoping to prevent tragedy from happening again.
Last edited by Xandriana; 02-18-2010 at 05:59 PM..
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