“Here. Let me show you something . . .”


Finn reaches out, taking both my hands in his, and sets his chin down on my shoulder as he instructs me. I can feel his cheek rubbing against mine, the stubble of the slight beard he has here. I have to remember to breathe.



Topic: “Show”




That scar is one of my ugliest . . .

Grunge portrait of a girl crying

I don’t remember much about the wounding, other than I was very young, and it was a dagger. When I cried out, mother held my chin in her hand, squeezing hard, and told me I would end up dead if I didn’t learn to hush.


Topic: “Young”

From: WIP