He tested her and tested her.
He tested her and tested her. Until her hands were raw and numb. It was very sad, he didn’t see how long she had waited and waited for him, didn’t hear how many times she called out his name into the fire, hoping he would find her. So when he did, by that time, all that was left was her skeleton. Transparent and weightless. Bones with a small life still left. Cracked in many places. So when he tested her many times, the bones became dust, ashes in the sunlight and she never got to know that he, too, had remembered her. He was just too scared. ~ C. JoyBell C.