Invite Him In, Ask For Help
The zipper began at the nape of her neck. With thumb and forefinger, he pulled, slow, drawing out the sound of the unraveling of caught teeth. The dress split, revealing the loose hills of her shoulders, aged freckles, and then, the pale tips of scars, and as he peeled her open, he discovered the crosshatches on her back, her map of pain, the healed tissue so thick it throbbed, and when it clicked, finished, he knew why she laughed when he told her he was just a desk clerk, why she said she didn’t need a damn thing but kindness.
Photo Credit: K. Kendall
Beautiful imagery.
i agree
i cannot believe your name is dallas as well! we need to get together for a wine or a brew! i will look forward to it! your profile pic also looks like my daughter haha! with that same cheeky smile!
Outstanding.