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Short story
Explanation:
Short story, brief fictional prose narrative that is shorter than a novel and that usually deals with only a few characters.
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I parted ways with him,his birthday was a day ago.I couldn't do it then,I couldn't look him the eyes&I couldn't do it...I strolled to his home and knocked,his younger sibling opened the entryway wide eyed.She embraced me,tears moved down my cheek as I was already aware it was going to be the last time.I couldn't envision the torment I was going to place this man in, I'm saying a final farewell to him since I know hes not the one for me, I have dropped out of love,And I've discovered another man that feels like the correct one for me.Come in she said,I stroll in and he contracts his hair splashed from a shower and his shirt and pants all wrinkled from a race to put them on.I got welcomed with an embrace and a kiss on the cheek,I put on a sprightly face and kissed him back.I said gives up upstairs, he said Okay gives up up.My face was miserable the remainder of the time and he posed an inquiry. I blanked out and he tapped me and said whats wrong,I balled and revealed to him the news.I felt really miserable for causing him so much pain...
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Of course :)
Explanation:
Some travelers from Rome are obliged to spend most of the night aboard a second-class railway carriage, parked at the station in Fabriano, waiting for the departure of the local train that will take them the remainder of their trip to the small village of Sulmona. At dawn, they are joined by two additional passengers: a large woman, “almost like a shapeless bundle,” and her tiny, thin husband. The woman is in deep mourning and is so distressed and maladroit that she has to be helped into the carriage by the other passengers.
Her husband, following her, thanks the people for their assistance and then tries to look after his wife’s comfort, but she responds to his ministrations by pulling up the collar of her coat to her eyes, hiding her face. The husband manages a sad smile and comments that it is a nasty world. He explains this remark by saying that his wife is to be pitied because the war has separated her from their twenty-year-old son, “a boy of twenty to whom both had devoted their entire life.” The son, he says, is due to go to the front. The man remarks that this imminent departure has come as a shock because, when they gave permission for their son’s enlistment, they were assured that he would not go for six months. However, they have just been informed that he will depart in three days.
The man’s story does not prompt too much sympathy from the others because the war has similarly touched their lives. One of them tells the man that he and his wife should be grateful that their son is leaving only now. He says that his own son “was sent there the first day of the war. He has already come back twice wounded and been sent back again to the front.” Someone else, joining the conversation, adds that he has two sons and three nephews already at the front. The thin husband retorts that his child is an only son, meaning that, should he die at the front, a father’s grief would be all the more profound. The other man refuses to see that this makes any difference. “You may spoil your son with excessive attentions, but you cannot love...
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