Monday, February 26, 2007

1Hundredwords (4)

She sat where he lay and stared at the opposite wall. His eyes never left the ceiling. Her hand strayed to his head and wandered through his thinning light brown hair, her finger nails smoothing and combing as they went. She looked down at him and continued the motion, but his eyes remained locked on an unknown point above the bed, placid and pained in a way she couldn't comprehend.

"You don't mind?" she said flatly.

"No..." he replied, almost silently.

Her hand continued with it's absent minded stroking and she returned her gaze once again to the faraway wall.

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