Stop. Drop. Write for five minutes.
Five Minute Friday here.
All on one word: Comfort
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Both of us in the car, driving on our way back home.
We talked quietly about everything and nothing in particular when a memory triggered pain from the past.
Remembrances flooded back, tears quietly leaked.
Heart cracked wide open.
He looked over in the evening darkness, and without a word held out his hand.
I grabbed hold.
He spoke volumes to me that night.
Comfort.
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