Six Sentence Sunday

The Between and other Short Stories

The Between

A storm raged inside me while tears slide soundless down my face. Yet, I remain motionless, while Ruth combed my hair.   Cognizant of the raw bleak pain I kept hidden deep inside me, concealed from this world.  Instinctive, Ruth never said a word when she laid my head against her soft warm thigh feeling my soft wet tears.  While I cried out my pain, she hummed and braided my hair.

Ruth finished, thirty minutes later, saying, "There you’re, all finished."

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