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Our Song
Evening has given way to night. Gently, I settle next to you on the comfortable, old love seat and reach for your hand. You snatch it away, again. It cuts me to the quick, but I hide the pain, understanding that the reaction is but part of your demented state. Since the accident, your presence here in our cozy home has been clouded by a haze I can't see. Nevertheless, I feel the frigidity of your expressions and it serves as an excruciating reminder of the immeasurable distance between us.
By Dana Crandell6 days ago in Fiction
Comments (6)
hahaha far too relatable! love it, Sharon!
Lol, this one was very relatable! I think all of us have done it at some point in our lives!
That's great. Lol.
Oops is right. I just did that with a complete stranger, thinking he was my chiropractor! Nope, he wasn't.I had already waved from a distance. I apologized and said to nobody, "Well I can look like a crazy person" as I drove off.
Ha ha! I remember doing this as a tiny child!
Loved it!! LOL 💕❤️❤️