A Perfectly Good Reason

The Drabble 2020

On the inside of her thigh was a mole. The mole was brown and prominent. From the mole rose a singular hair. The hair was long and grey. She didn’t know about the mole or the hair. It was not on a part of her thigh she could see from in the mirror or when she lay in the tub or when she dressed or undressed.

I, on the other hand, could see it from our love-making vantage point and when I saw it I could think of nothing else, so I made up a reason to stop seeing her.

 

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