The Between and other Short Stories
A storm raged inside me while tears slide soundless down my face. Yet, I remain motionless, while Ruth combed my hair. Cognizant of the raw bleak pain I kept hidden deep inside me, concealed from this world. Instinctive, Ruth never said a word when she laid my head against her soft warm thigh feeling my soft wet tears. While I cried out my pain, she hummed and braided my hair.
Ruth finished, thirty minutes later, saying, “There you’re, all finished.”