B.E.#2

" Write From The point of View of a character on his or her death bed."

A sad, wrinkled smile was always spread across his face. No matter what the doctors said, no matter how hard his family members cried, not matter how many days were left. he had long since learned the key to happiness. He had long since lost his key. his dearest wife, Annabelle. He remembered her laugh, her smile, her voice. he heard it every day. he saw her glorious green eyes when he woke up.

He had been sad for so long after her death. He had just about given up. his children had picked him up again, and given him a breath of life. he got to see his grand children grow up, he got to see his great grand children be born- Then he got the cancer. Cancer had taken Annabelle too. they told him to move out of his old rickety house, but he hadn't. there was a mold in the wood, the doctors said. they had torn down the old house, torn down his memories. That was the last time he had cried. As he lay on his death bed, he removed his hearing aid. they couldn't understand why he didn;t pay any attention to him, but they knew he seemed so happy.

One day, as the nurse walked in, he looked at her and smiled, and settle down in his bed, muttering "i'm going home now, Annabelle." and then heart monitor screamed out, as he flat lined. she had never seen someone so happy in her life.