Micro: For Whom the Door Bell Rings

A woman takes a moment to try and stop time.

 She sat like the angel statue in her garden, legs crossed and a smile chiseled on her face.

 If I don't move, she thought, this moment will last forever.

A single tear caught the sun and reflected within its trembling form a perfect world. The well trimmed bushes swayed. The daisies were in full bloom. Just outside the window, her prized garden waited.

She held on to every detail of this moment and all those before. Gone was the memory of the uniformed men walking up the drive. Her eyes closed.

The door bell rang and the tear fell.

The End

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