Lingering Scars

He seemed so sad. I couldn’t see his face, but I knew. I could hear it in his voice. He hadn’t sounded this way since…

I abandoned that thought. No need to relive that now. I gently touched the inside of his elbow, succeeding in ceasing both his words and his feet. I let my fingers trail down the length of his forearm pausing sadly at the scars on his wrist then pushing my fingers in between his, intertwining them. He looked at me, the barest hint of a smile brightening his face, before picking up the briefly forgotten conversation.

Category: Randomosity
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7 Responses
  1. Gramma says:

    Surprise entry!!!! Welcome to the challenge, Peppermist. I like the feeling in this very much. You did well.

    Hope you’ll come back again.

  2. Where gravity fails, tiny moments stop the world, like a story in the blink of an eye. Nicely done. The pushing of the fingers- wonderful.

  3. karen says:

    I love the pictures you paint with your words here. Both of his arm and her watchfullness.

  4. I, Rodius says:

    Enough said to build interest and pathos, enough left unsaid to build intrigue. Well done.

  5. Ooh. There’s a faint threat there, isn’t there? That even love isn’t enough to prevent this character from something grim, perhaps cutting, perhaps suicide.

  6. E Clough says:

    This one haunts me a little. Had a husband like that. Could be…, or….? Maybe you have been there too??? Excellent to keep one thinking.

  7. Trifecta says:

    Thanks so much for linking up this weekend. Remember, this weekend’s entries are being judged by the Trifecta community so make sure you visit the site to register your vote! Hope you can join us for Monday’s prompt!

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