Short Stories & Flash Fiction · Thoughts

He Makes a Mockery Out of Everything I Say

My Watson, he makes a mockery out of everything I say. His lips part and meet, subsequently exposing and concealing his slightly crooked teeth. I stretch out my fingers to teasingly brush the three inflamed stripes on his lower jaw. He backs away, shocked, and I know I’ve crossed an invisible line. I’ve touched him on the inside without taking his clothes off, moving his three faces—the one I know, the one he knows, and the one no-one knows— through his broken skin.