She rolled up her sleeves for the first time in years. Staring at her arms like the others in the hallway.
The faded scars reminding her of how far she has come ahead from the past.
"So this is your weakness?" Someone asked.
"Not anymore." She ran her thumb over them smiling.
"This is my strength."
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Diminutives
Short Story"They call us dreamers, but we are the ones who never sleep." A collection of one shots, things that run through my mind at uncanny hours. Cover Credit : Samantha Ruiz
