Fifty Word Short Story: Fingertips

Busy Mind Thinking

Little does he know, that while he sleeps, she is analyzing his fingertips, admiring them. Circumference minuscule, texture variable – yet, what power they hold. To soothe and offer comfort, to ignite and evoke yearning. Little does he know, moments from now, the feathery touch of her fingertips will awaken him.

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