Canine, Death, Fiction, Human behaviour, Love, Men, Priorities, Psychology, Women

Wrong Man

Did he see the sky as she did? Did his eyes light up the same way as hers when a little bird flew by? She needed to know how his fingers caressed delicate canine ears and the leaves on trees. She watched him while they enjoyed the sensual ocean breeze. His hands rested in the sand until they picked up an overweight stone. She saw the crab’s pain. Her every question was answered.

13 thoughts on “Wrong Man”

  1. I have nominated you for the Liebster Award. If you would like to accept I will have the rules posted on my blog shortly . I am amazed that anyone can make something so emotional in such few words. You rock lady!

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