The woman placed her hand on mine as I grabbed a piece of meat from the skewer before me, “Slow down, hon, there’s plenty.”
At her touch, calmness immediately took over as if I’m no longer in a hurry to satiate the raging hunger. I stared at her hand as she quickly withdrew, “Sorry,” I muttered.
I’ve lost count of the days I haven’t eaten, trapped in a mind that’s constantly fighting for life and a body that’s constantly dying. It’s as if I was being pulled one way or another, until she found me half-conscious curled in a ball
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Aw, sounds like an impossible moment, makes me wonder what exactly led to this moment!
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The narrator was lost, and the woman supposedly found her.
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Highlights how men and women tend to interpret touch differently.
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I don’t think it’s just men and women. I think everyone would’ve had a different interpretation of touch, regardless of gender.
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So good – but now I want to learn more 👏
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Thank you.
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This was so good, The imagery of the last lines were quite impactful.
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Thank you. 🙂
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Women should never apologize for eating.
finely written.
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Thank you.
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My pleasure.
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