ShortStory fiction 55fiction
A Glimpse of Cleavage
He touched the 8-inch
long scar running down her
breastbone.
She looked up at
him, but he didn't look
back. “When I was four,
they lifted my heart out
of my chest.”
“How awful.”
“But that's why I'm here
now.”
A color came into
his face and he closed
his eyes. “Yeah. Me too.”
Loosely based on a memory.
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