So that is what I will be doing for this month.
Day 1 —Select a book at random in the room. Find a novel or short story, copy down the last sentence and use this line as the first line of your new story.
The book I chose was The Girl Who Played With Fire by Steig Larsson, mainly because it was on my side table.
She was going to need it, or she would die.
He thought about all the things that had gone wrong in his calm and serene life.
Three days ago, he was sitting in Germany, Skyping with his kids back home and telling them that he had gotten the i-pod and the American Girl doll, that they wanted. He had asked about her, but she was busy making dinner. So obviously, he did not persist and talked to the rest of his family and than went to sleep.
And now here he was, sitting on the cold hospital bench, hands clenching his throbbing forehead, being told that it was over. Unless some miracle happened.
She was going to need everyone's prayers.
Their story was very simple. They had met through family friends and had instantly liked each other. He had introduced her to his parents, thinking that they would reject her but they had liked her more than him. After that it was a matter of months.
They had gotten engaged among family and friends, all the time being told how lucky they were to marry the one they loved.
After an year came Mehndi, Baraat and the reception. Again they were looked upon as a very fortunate couple.
And now, ten years later, they had two beautiful kids, a well decorated house and an incredible partner.
They had everything.
Until that damned driver, who had shattered their perfect mirror of a life in 5 minutes and a single turn.
Now she lay in that spotless white bed, hooked up to a million machines, tubes going in and out of her, after giving up on him and their life together.
He sat there, cold and helpless, waiting for his worst fears to be confirmed and the tears to flow, wondering how his luck had changed in ten years.
...SAP...
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