I’m sitting by my lake again, trying to be the rocks and let the waves come in and wash away those layers of my life that I wish so much to just forget.
“I’m sorry.” Nick.
“What are you doing, idiot? Why did you walk on that foot?”
“Well, I crawled, actually.”
I actually allow myself a snort.
“She laughs?” He teases.
Hush. In. Out. The breath of Superior.
“What are you sorry for?”
“Offending you. And also for what I’m about to do.”
I go on edge. Hiawatha Black Bear. He catches on. Tim was able to do that, too.
“Pry. I’m about to pry.”
“Leave.”
“I won’t. I want to know about this. I love a good story.”
So did Tim.
By now, he’s crawled over and is sitting by me. I can feel the heat emanating from his body. It’s not threatening. It seems truthful enough. My mind doesn’t want to allow him to be so close. I don’t want him to be able to tear down my wall.
But some part of me does.
“What happened to you?” His voice caresses.
“Not a what. A who.”
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A Crack in the Wall
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