"How'd you fall down the stairs?"
This is the first thing Kyle has said since he got here.
It's been 2 days.
"I don't know. I just kinda, well, fell."
I don't want to tell him.
I really don't want to tell him.
His jaw clenches, but he nods anyways because he knows I don't want to talk about.
But will that stop him from asking me about it later?
Probably not.
I really don't want to tell him.
I don't want to tell him, Ky.
I'm too damn ashamed.
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No Talking, Nor Speaking
Short Story"I wish I could talk to you, but it doesn't look like I can anymore." 5/5/15 #10 in short stories
