By Bud Koenemund
A 100 Word Story
Her mouth moved
along his collarbone; planting gentle kisses as she went. Sliding over his
shoulder, she spied a tattoo. Even in the dim light, she recognized the symbol.
“What’s this?”
she asked, quietly.
He turned his
head to see what she meant.
“It’s a semicolon,”
he answered.
“I know that,”
she said, her fingertips brushing over the ink. “But, why?”
“It’s a punctuation
mark used to carry on when you could’ve just ended things,” he explained. “And,
some people use it to remember.”
“Remember what?”
she prodded, then realized. “Did you…”
“I carried on,”
he whispered, pulling her closer.
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