Exercise in modal verbs
by Riya
He had to kill her. But he couldn’t. She was too young and tender. And he couldn’t refuse because he had already taken money. He came to the greenhouse, where she was, and knelt down to her. He daren’t look at her proud bearing, he looked at brown ground and whispered:
‘Forgive me, my love, I must do it. God knows, how I don’t want it but I must. I know I’ll have to do it and I’ll be hating myself for all my life. You shouldn’t have appeared now, in holydays, when there are so many people here and when I need to pay my mortgage. But it may be better that you have to die in prime of your life, before you’re getting decrepit and ugly. Forgive me and good-bye.’
He took up a knife and cut the stalk of the beautiful rose of the world.
