Time for another entry in Friday Fictioneers challenge, courtesy of Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. If you want to give it a try, check the info on her blog. 100 words more or less, inspired by a photo, here we go….
Copyright – J Hardy Carroll
“I never met anyone who wears their battle scars with more pride.” He looks at my exposed back.
Adjusting the straps on my dress, I turn around and study his weathered face. “My darling, it is not pride that makes me do this. The graves are easily overlooked.”
Leading me to the dance floor, he leans and whispers: “Judging by their faces, you made your point, Colonel.”
We dance and twirl, carelessly exposed to the world. Because the deepest scars are hidden in our souls, only to be shown in the solitude, accompanied by the silence of the drums.