Category: Introspection Through The Navel of the World

Sealskin

He sat with the sealskin folded in his grip, idly rubbing it with a thumb as it rested in his lap.

He remembered the day it fell into his possession ~ still clear and sharp in his mind’s eye ~ the gentle sway of her hips, the nuanced play of her hair on the sea breeze, her lithe, supple body erect before him.

Time… had not been kind.

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And so she decides….

I can’t keep living like this,” Sian muttered to herself as she studied the brush handle with a critical eye in the light of the camp fire.

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