I wrote this in about 10 minutes when I was having one of those 'I hate the world' moments. It is kinda based on one of my dreams, except I had to make up the first bit. Black Crystal Dragon and I are amazed at how many reviews our other story has received and we are planning on writing a sequel. Please let us know if ye want one.
Thanks,
Jack's Savvy Luv
Captain Jack Sparrow reached into his bag and pulled out a pencil and paper. Returning to sit on the side of the bed he did something that he had never done in years. He drew. He drew the woman lying next to him; the woman that he had spent the past five years with. His pencil made little noise as he made delicate strokes across the paper. He drew and redrew the woman until the drawing was exactly right. Sunlight was starting to flood the room and Jack knew he did not have long. He scribbled two words on the bottom of the paper before hastily pulling on his coat and boots. He placed the drawing on the table next to the bed and put on his hat. Then he crept to the window before taking one last look at the woman who was still sleeping deeply, and jumping down into the streets below.
A few hours later the woman awoke and noticed that the bed was empty. She sat up and picked up the piece of paper on the table. She gasped when she saw the drawing it was exquisite. She instantly knew that Jack had drawn it. A single tear slipped down her cheek as she read the words out loud.
"I'm Sorry"
She walked over to the window as her mind started to register what had happened.
He was gone.
Thanks,
Jack's Savvy Luv
Captain Jack Sparrow reached into his bag and pulled out a pencil and paper. Returning to sit on the side of the bed he did something that he had never done in years. He drew. He drew the woman lying next to him; the woman that he had spent the past five years with. His pencil made little noise as he made delicate strokes across the paper. He drew and redrew the woman until the drawing was exactly right. Sunlight was starting to flood the room and Jack knew he did not have long. He scribbled two words on the bottom of the paper before hastily pulling on his coat and boots. He placed the drawing on the table next to the bed and put on his hat. Then he crept to the window before taking one last look at the woman who was still sleeping deeply, and jumping down into the streets below.
A few hours later the woman awoke and noticed that the bed was empty. She sat up and picked up the piece of paper on the table. She gasped when she saw the drawing it was exquisite. She instantly knew that Jack had drawn it. A single tear slipped down her cheek as she read the words out loud.
"I'm Sorry"
She walked over to the window as her mind started to register what had happened.
He was gone.