Old Scabs - Free Flash Fiction
Try to concentrate on the smooth skin - not the red raised inflammation around the scab - focus, dammit, focus.
Your fingers, your clothes, the air brushes against the scab.
The invisible elephant makes it impossible to move, to breathe, to think.
Dig with fingernails chewed and peeled and bitten with worry. The sharp flashes of pain are relief, any sensation besides the crusted deadened dread.
You are surprised by the blood, by the wound.
It will stain your clothes.
It will leave a scar.
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