There’s a man sitting on the floor. The skin on his face peeled off. Raw pink skin slowly replacing it. Across his left cheek, a raw pink combination of new skin and no skin. He fingers it slowly. Caressing it. It probably burns to touch. It probably hurts like crazy. He sits. Fingering what was once a whole cheek of skin. Everyone stares. The passersby are curious. One question in the collective mind.
"Can I touch it too?”
1 comment:
I wouldn't want to, though.
Carefully and effectively worded prose: you do write well.:)
And, btw, I'm Arjun.
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