English

(Hokiu poem)

Children

Happy and pretty

Gorgeous, peaceful, little smile

Smiley and funny

(Short story with the surprise ending)

Whoops

They were all crying. 

Me included.

It was a cloudy afternoon, little drops of rain were falling gently on Sarah’s grave.

The priest was talking about how wonderful her short life had been.

I sobbed. I was shocked at how unfair life could be. And they never caught the bastard who shot the beautiful Sarah three times; one bullet in her head and two in her chest.

She was only eighteen.

I laughed at the fact that they would never find the gun hidden in my drawer.

They would never guess it.

How could they?

After all, I’m just her little sister.