Pale and Perfect
Alex watched Bobby take the elderly woman's hand. He had called them pale and perfect... She knew he was doing it to jog the old woman's memory... something to give him a clue, a connection... But still, Alex couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy. It was very small, and at the very pit of her stomach. She almost hadn't recognized it.
Say something about my hands, she mentally wished as she watched his hands on the old woman's. Say they're small and soft, say they're pale and perfect... anything, please...
And when she came back from her longing, Bobby was done and they were walking back to the car...
fin.
