Last week we wrote about "Forbidden". Several readers suggested they wanted to know more about my response. I guess they wanted the next chapter. So I decided to continue on that theme. Let's see where it goes!
His touch fluttered lightly on her arm. Dust motes danced in the mystical shaft of sunlight playing on his hair. The slight boy wore faded overalls and tracks from tears fractured the dirt on his face. She saw the anguish of loss in the depth of his blue eyes. “Thanks for tryin’,” he said, in a soft, breathy voice. She wanted to say something, but he was gone. She wished to put her arm around him and give him a reassuring squeeze, yet he had vanished. She left the auction arena, clutching the sock filled with odd bills and coins.
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