Tears of Pain

GirlsHorseClub.com Blog Archive on August 24, 2009, 8:00

by Violet Inkpen, age 13

The snow stung at my face. My cheeks were red and chapped. I stood in the middle of the storm, lilies in my hands, my cape swirling around me, my hair blowing in the wind, my eyes dripping tears. I looked down at the stone marker and cried openly. My fingers tightened around the flowers. The wind whipped my hair back and forth towards me and away from me, sending chills up my whole body. I was choked with emotion.

Slowly I knelt down in the freezing snow, blinking away the pain in my knee. I reached out and gently stroked the stone, whispering words of