Landscapes

By Tom Lassiter
100 words


I knelt beside her, lifted the thin white camisole over her upraised arms, my eyes fixed on hers. I took her face in hands unsteady, fluttering as they did our first time in another life.

“You make me feel beautiful,” she whispered.

She drew me closer, held my face pressed to her neck, and against my lips I felt the pressing pulse of beating heart. She lay back, revealing all, and I looked there for the first time, and with the tip of one finger traced the raised lines of her scars, touched the landscape of her doubt and pain.



Tom Lassiter lives in South Florida. His work has appeared in Tropic magazine and at Verbsap.com.