It was then that she lifted her wrist to reveal a tiny tattoo, barely visible to the naked eye or so it would seem. “What’s that tattoo on your wrist?” he asks her, gesturing in her direction.
“Oh, it’s not a tattoo. I wrote a date on my wrist.” He watches as her face drops to the floor as if she had just been scolded by her mother.
“A date? For what, if you don’t mind me asking?” She feels him looking intently at the few hairs falling down her neck from her ragged ponytail.
“Just a birthday.” He notices the red beginning in her freckled cheeks.
“What date is the birthday?” She looks up and he warms her fear with his smile until it melts.
“Well, it’s your birthday. I don’t want to forget about it.” She smiles back for a quick second and darts off towards her next class.
About the Creator
Meg El
I am a young, married woman. A free-spirited creative who wants to spread more love around the world. I frequently write what seem to be excerpts from a book I've never written. I hope you can enjoy these little pieces of random thought.
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