Written in the Scars

by Adriana Locke

Leaning down, his lips hover inches from mine. “The color is piss, Mrs. Whitt. But if you like it, then we’ll take it, because my eyes won’t be on it when I’m in there. They’ll be on you.”

“Bruises go away, Tyler. Scars stick around to prove you showed up for life. That you lived. That you fought. That you loved.”

“I just properly advised him of his rights.” “His rights?” “Yeah, his rights.” He pulls off his hat and roughs his hand through his hair. “His rights to life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. I explained those were his Constitutional rights. However, those don’t apply to dead men and if he is seen anywhere near Elin Whitt again, I’m afraid his rights would be terminated.”