What tales do your scars tell? Real or fake.
Scars. Visible marks that hide the tales of our life. As the years pass my scars seem to accumulate. The chubby scar on my knuckle from when I sliced through my finger cutting bread as a child. I thought I'd make my parents breakfast in bed. Blood sausage, anyone? The long snake scar on my thumb that blazes white. A reminder of the day I slit my thumb open on my bike when I fell in the rain. The full moon scar on my knee from when I ran along a cobblestone path and fell on a spiky rock. The Read more [...]