Fiction in 58, a little exercise in brevity.
Lost & Found
It started with a little trust.
She had been hurt - former boyfriends treated her like a tambourine - and the scar tissue was knuckled and gnarled.
He was different, tender. He listened. She felt all her defenses dissolve in his arms.
The blackness of her heart rejuvenated, for the first time in her adult life, she had…something.
Faith, maybe.
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1 comments:
Ah there's the hopeless romantic showing :) Lovely!
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