“I was there the day you got the scar on your wrist trying
to use a grill even though you were only ten.
I was there to ease your tears until I knew I had to leave, before your
mother and uncle came home. They would
have been more aggressive in their attempts to hide you if they had known. But you told them nothing of the man who
bandaged your wrist. The wrap even today
you use to hide the scar in public.”
Miranda looked to her left wrist and the burn scar, then
back to the man.
(99 Words)
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