Donnamarie Baldwin
Joined February 2021
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His Small Black Book
It was just a small black leather bound book but it fascinated her. The cover was soft and worn from years of handling, no longer stiff and shiny but certainly not a floppy book. The blackness was faded to a black-gray dullness that spoke of years of use. His hand had opened and closed it so many times, his handprint, though not visible, was apparent. She ran her hand over it; her eyes closed, and imagined her small hand in his. She paused, feeling the energy of him pulsing from the book to her hand and into her heart. She cried softly, knowing she would never hold his hand again. Knowing she would never feel his gentle caress on her face again.
By Donnamarie Baldwin3 years ago in Humans