Short Story: 109 Words

The stone steps were colder today.

He dropped his books and asked her,

“Can hurt be helpful? I know how it sounds – strange. But I’m asking.”

Her eyes looked at the steps – she noticed the chill too.

Her gaze moved, met, and fixed on his green eyes,

“I think – yes. It’s more than that simple three letter word but I think so. Wounded and worn – maybe there are people you can meet with now?
Maybe you’ll know the look in their stare.
I see it in yours.”

Fire danced in his green gaze – it was brief but real.

Perhaps, he thought, warmth could be given in our cold corners. 

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