So, rules are simple. Just add anywhere from a few sentences to one paragraph- help finish the story. I'll begin. The last thing Susan Hargrove thought she'd hear that afternoon was the manner in which she was to die. But alas, as she sat across the doctor, clutching her skirts in one hand, she figured one couldn't win everything.
The prognosis was bad, but that wasn't what was to kill her. As she walked out onto the street, she felt overwhelmed by the vigour that everyone else's life seemed to contain. Cheerful girls running by with excited screams, a young couple happily walking their lively dogs, everything seemed to contradict her own fate down to the very blades of grass tentatively reaching from the cracks in the pavement. Susan sadly heaved her slight body onto a hard bench, oblivious to the old man who sat curiously looking at her.
