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Originally Posted by yvanleterrible
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He was then taken to a hill overlooking a tiny cottage nestled in verdant meadows and surrounded by trees, vegetable and herb gardens. Nowhere were animals to be found. All inhabitants of the island were vegetarian.
With beating heart he saw a woman in a vegetable patch. It was her, Carole. As he often saw her do, she was cutting leaves off tomato plants to allow the sun to reach inside and ripen the fruit... it reminded him of so many souvenirs; as he often at home sat under a shadowed porch, watching her do exactly the same as now. Gardening was her only hobby, the only time she felt good, surrounded by silent life, when no kid nor husband was around to take up her attention. He loved to see her that way. It had always brought him joy. And so it was that way too. Tears welled to his eyes. She was smiling, beautiful in her peaceful activity.
A tall man pushing a wheelbarrow filled with vegetal debris moved towards her. Seeing him she picked up the cut leaves, rose up and put them on top of the pile. She turned to the man enlaced him and gave him a tiny kiss. That was when Leterrible understood that his wife was never to be his anymore, that she was someone else now, a person in love; happy. He silently wished her well, tears running down his cheeks and turned away from her for a last time...
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It wasn’t important to Leterrible anymore. “Pff!” he thought. “Inconsequent.”
The pain was ebbing away. His sight gave way to the image of his wife in the garden... His heart smiled... And he was terrible no more...
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a) You are an awesome writer
b) You made me cry!
c) Did mom read all this? She absolutely has to!