I extend my hand to you, palm open. You welcome my
gesture, readily, immediately accepting.
Leaves fall, seasons change, in a heartbeat. I extend
my hand and you always accept with a smile on your face.
But when I turn my back, you aim and stab then return
to your old position, smile in my face and extend your hand in a friendly
shake.
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| Found this online, it said: Image courtesy of Continence Foundation of Australia/Peace offering by campionkid |
This piece is for this week's five-sentence fiction prompt "Offering". It is also inspired by a dear friend's actual events.
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