Nothing felt better to Laura than being spooned by her
boyfriend. Lying in bed she could feel the warmth of his body pressing faithfully
against her back. She felt him lean in
and kiss her neck, his stache brushing gently and making her smile. But when he
ran his finger over the deep scar on her arm she started to cry.
She tried, but she couldn't stop the awful memories which
flooded her mind yet again. Driving along a dark road, the truck roaring toward
them, waking up in hospital, operations, more operations. They'd managed to
save her arm. Laura groaned, She'd have rather lost her arm than lost... Her
thoughts were interrupted as her mother bustled into the room.
"Morning Laura," called her mother, pulling back
the covers. "Time to get up." Then she noticed the tears. Sighing
heavily she glanced across at the pillows bundled behind Laura's back. "Oh
Laura, when are you going to accept that he's not coming back?"