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.

Advertisements

One thought on “He Makes a Mockery Out of Everything I Say

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s