Microdosing - 60mg of a Scar
Prompt: Scar
Our prompt for today is SCAR!
Write a story in 60 words!
Don’t forget to tag me if you follow along with the challenge.
I held the tears—always.
The people around me had reasons to cry, but not me. Their wounds were visible. The scars they were left with were real—their parents made sure they were.
I didn’t deserve to cry without a scar; words never left any.
Maybe that’s why the razor feels so good against my skin. Because when they meet.
I can cry.
Ginny had been to every plastic surgeon in town. Carved up like a Christmas ham. Hoping each snip and trim would excise some of her bottomless hurt and pain. Couldn’t wait to show her mom her newest freshen-up.
“Flawless right? You can’t even see my scars.”
“Oh honey. Maybe not on the skin. But they show, trust me they show.”
It's Guy Fawkes Night here in the UK, so I've gone topical 🎆🔥
Scar
He knew there wouldn't be scars if caught. The line between torture and death would be too short for any healing. Especially for treason. That's what he thought as they marched closer. Closer still. And then found.
But the scar a story leaves can change a legacy. Now his name was arguably more infamous than the man he tried to kill.