I ran off the rails. I lost my two very short stories. Trying to get home, I found a paper bag which a very secret note had been written to me on it. Was it really written for me or did I want to believe it ? Actually, even today I have had no real idea. Many years ago , my grandmother entered the contest of beauty and was choosen second beautiful lady in the black sea . After being chosen the second and the most beautiful lady with the longest hair , she flew to Paris to join one more contest to have the cup of the most beautiful eyes. Her luck didn’t go well this time and came home as the last lady with the most beautiful eyes. She had been crying and repeating always the same sentence ” But my eyes are blue! perfectly blue!”, she could have never put her life and beauty belief in order again. Disapointingly, she might have never liked her perfect blue eyes again… The result of the contest was neither important nor fascinating to live happy with calm, quiet , peaceful days and nights… The picture with brass frame, the second most beautiful lady in the black sea and the last lady with the most beautiful eyes, her hair is a la garçon, looking from afar, her right hand is on her chin… In penetrable sadness looking blues with deep blue eyes… On the paper bag was written – ” I had loved your grandmother because she had never loved her blue eyes….”
Very Short Story Of The Most Beautiful Eyes
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