Frabjous Times

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.
Originally published: 2005/06/06 22:01:05
Previously published: Mon Jun 6 21:39:08 2005