coping mechanisms

[gentle_edgar]

The scars itch, always, regular as breathing, but she isn’t ever able to become inured to it. Sometimes she manages to spend all her awareness elsewhere, as when she’s carving a piece: then there’s nothing but the wood shavings and the dull flash of the age-worn knife. The rest of the time, though, it’s other blades that occupy her thoughts.

Comments

[trishkafibble]

I swear, your snippets are like whole scenes, your scenes like whole stories. I can see her, so clearly....

[gentle_edgar]

I can too, although I have no idea (well, only a very vague and squirmy one) what happened to her or what the rest of her story would be like.