Her closeness raised goosebumps on his skin, a relief map of emotions to explore with her fingertips. Like love letters
She hadn’t showered in three days, hadn’t slept for more than an hour at a time in almost a week.
An eclectic bounty of organic produce covered the kitchen counter. A bowl of freshly pitted cherries sat in the sink,
Clearly, she wouldn’t kowtow. She would never live under the thumb of such a dictatorial edict. As the unruly crowd
“What happened to your shoe?” Dad was exasperated. This was the third shoe the boy had lost in as many