Constellations or Freckles

His fingers traced crescents on my cheeks. Calloused, ink stained fingers catching the last of the stray tears. His eyes gleamed of adventures old and new but you had to look deep into them. The lines marring his smooth forehead had long become permanent, but they loosened ever so slightly. “I don’t think they meant it as a compliment.” She chokes back a sob and … Continue reading Constellations or Freckles