The Peninsula

The Fiction and Poetry Archive of Liana Mir and scribblemyname

Bridge

Aug
01
This entry is part 1 of 2 in the series Connection

We never talk, he wanted to whisper to this woman, his spouse, this stranger lying on the bed beside him. We never talk. It was too hard to find the strength.

He could not bridge the silence. He could not…

Suddenly, he felt her hand on his shoulder.

He covered it with his.

Series NavigationBy the Numbers >>
0

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published.