you wouldn't look me in the eyes,
it was as if your eyes held stories
that you did not want to narrate
and pain you did not want to
express and this time,
just this time I enunciated a
question,
the same question that has been
gnawing at me;
"who hurt you, Polly?"
-j.c.
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Short Storyin which; a boy with leukaemia writes to a girl that goes by the name Polly. lower-case intended. all rights reserved. copyright © 2014 | -retrospect-