She leans forward and put her fair arms on the table fisting the hands. The light now highlights her face. I was shocked to see that–her face.
“Officer, these were his love bites of his minimal love…this stitch on the forehead was for falling asleep before him…this burnt spot on my wrist for denying a job on the male part…okay cut to conclusion…the stabbing was my token of love to him…now do your duty…after all you’re a man…a police officer…not my ex-lover…”
Mockeries…ironies used to always pepper and salt her annoyances.
Daily Prompt: Minimal (Token)
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