Jen Goldie took up the prompt at my nudging. I hope you enjoy her story. Happy Reading!
It was bad enough that they made him sleep in
bails of hay and have no connection to the outside
world, but the half chest and new arm were
alarming. This hadn’t been part of the deal. He
was desperately trying to hang on to the last breaths
of his former life and it was getting increasingly
difficult by the minute. As he stared down at the gold
plating and began examining the intricacies of his
new arm, he got lost in, thought? He could feel
strange twitches of memories? He concentrated.
These were strange and powerful longings.
He knew somehow these yearnings would
never cease, though his desires were fading.
He remembered a word. Love.
He vaguely remembered, feelings? hurt?
were… important… thought?
Patricia. Pat ricia. Pa tri cia, Pa………………h.
©J.E.Goldie May 12, 2019
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