photo by Joel Filipe via Unsplash
‘Jelly sting,’ he’d said. ‘Swimming in the Gulf of Mexico with Nico. You met Nico, right?’
I’d kissed his scars – welts like bronze earthworms pushing from the surface of his back – he’d turned, pinned me to the bed as I wriggled and laughed, another afternoon lost to each other.
It was only after he went missing I searched his things, found the case, the money, the filmy packets and their dense white powder. All those scars.
Written for Sonya at Only 100 Words’ Three Line Tales. See the pic and write a tale. To join in and to read the other stories this week, see here.
And seeing as I seem to be making a habit of quoting from songs at the moment and it’s a lovely, sunny Saturday here in the UK, let’s throw in a little Red Hot Chilli Peppers.
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Very interesting take on the photo. Nice!
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Thanks very much 🙂
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A dangerous lie for her to get caught up in! But love (or at least, lust) can make us blind. I hope she doesn’t fall prey to the same fate.
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It makes us blind indeed. How oftwn have we seen frineds fall for someone we can plainly see is no good for them? It makes love slightly scary, doesn’t it? Thanks for reading Joy 🙂
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Oh, love is terrifying. But what are without it?
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Very true 🙂
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Reblogged this on Write of Passage and commented:
Writer Lynn Lovely be writes a complete story in just three lines. Wow!
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Thank you so much for the reblog! Really kind of you 🙂
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Scars are not always on the surface, but many lie beneath…such a unique perspective on the image – a wonderful story indeed 🙂
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