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Precise as Knives [egnellahC sdrawkcaB]

“Angela…” he breathed.

I walked into his apartment without saying a word, brushing past him, but careful not to touch him. The apartment was sparsely furnished. He had obviously just moved in as there were boxes lying around half-opened.

I pulled up a chair in front of his only sofa and gestured for him to sit down. He shuffled over to the sofa, belting his robe tighter. I couldn’t help noticing how old he looked. Was eight years really that long a time? It didn’t seem so to me.

But I sometimes still felt the helplessness of the child I’d been. I felt stirrings of it now, seeing how vulnerable he looked as he sat there in his robe and matching slippers. Almost like a child himself.

“Your mother – she, she…”

“I already know. Mrs. Johnson told me.” My words were short, precise as knives.

“Ah. So that’s how you found me.”

“Yes.”

“I don’t have much money, if that’s what you’re after.”

“I don’t want your money.”

“What do you want from me, Angela?”

He looked so defeated then. I almost wavered.

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Precise as Knives [egnellahC sdrawkcaB]
Freedom :]
Posted 3 months ago

Ana, everytime you write something, it makes me want to read more and more. Great job on this. Its such a sad, sad story though.
Precise as Knives [egnellahC sdrawkcaB]
John Perkins
Posted 3 months ago

This is the problem with challenges. I post something I think is ok, then I read stuff like this and am ashamed, ashamed, of my effort.
Another fantastic piece that, as Freedom mentioned, requires me to read on.
Precise as Knives [egnellahC sdrawkcaB]
thebetweenspace
Posted 3 months ago

My words were short, precise as knives. Fantastic line. This is top-notch a phenomenal backward-series-answer to the challenge that I was too afraid to even try. Your level of awesomeness is ridiculously high!
Precise as Knives [egnellahC sdrawkcaB]
Flute Loop<33
Posted 2 months ago

I definatly agree with Freedom =]