Green_ witch

Staying up late into the night, I type on. I type a letter after another. Going back to the first sentence and clicking delete button twice as much as I typed. I wanted to define life. A definition I didn't find. That's when I heard the telephone ringing. Waking me from my intense gaze at the screen. Walked up to the ringing telephone. Saying a silent halo, I heard a more sorrowful and yet Lauder voice. "madame, votre mari est mort au combat. c'était un bon soldat."