A Grimm Thing
By Vinya
Light fingers lace against my chest, moving upwards to my face. Eyes, half lidded, stare blankly at me as her fingers search for her.
A soft gasp, but not of fear. Amazement. Shock. And then it's over, and she's searching me again for something that I can't imagine she'll ever find.
"So sad," the whisper comes suddenly, as her fingers trace my rough face carefully.
And she's right, I am.
But I have this feeling now, as the bar tender leads her away. There are still people on this Earth who'll accept me for me.
I just gotta' find them.