Il Maledetto [Halloween Special]

Her skin felt like rubber. Four months and Elisa still wondered how this body could contain a human life. She traced her fingers along her stomach and felt a momentary kick from inside her. She flinched, and moved her hand away. A sudden wave of nausea overcame her and she rushed to the sink. Her hands rested on the counter and she wished Abilio were there. But Abilio was never there.

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The Spaces Between Our Fingers

The only proof Luke had of his accident was the scar on his left knee where a shard of metal had gashed through his skin. He usually forgot it was there, but today he was reminded as Annabelle ran her fingers over it. Girls liked scars. He had come to understand that over the years with each new relationship he found himself in. They thought it was a way into his heart, a way to understand him better as a person and the pain he had been through.

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Road Kill

For the past five months she held the same front page of the Globe and Mail in her right hand, and a mug of English Breakfast in the other. His face never changed, though she noticed something different in his expression every day. He looked older from when she’d last seen him, yes, but also more matured – like he had lived through a thousand bloody wars. There were battle scars in those dark eyes, trauma in the hallows of his cheeks. He hadn’t lived through a thousand wars, only one.

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Doorways (original)

He leaves and kisses you gently in the doorway. It is a soft kiss, one that lingers longer than it was supposed to. There is the feel of his hand on your neck, your hand touching his shirt collar where fabric meets skin, and you breathe each other in.

There’s something magical about doorways – they’re an in between – not arriving, not leaving, like a space where you can live immobile for a few minutes.

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