The first thing I noticed about him was the shapes his mouth made when he spoke. He spoke in a language I didn't understand, but his voice was gentle and flowed over the foreign words like a lullaby.

His hands made shapes, too; complementing the stories he was telling, drawing invisible pictures in the air. Those hands had told a thousand stories, I think, brought alive by the emotion in his eyes.

I held those hands as he told me his final story. I listened with my heart to what my ears could not understand. I let the shapes of him guide me through the words.


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Jayden Nicole about 11 years ago

Beautifully done! This has quickly become one of my all-time favourite short stories!! <3

ChloeBarber (joined about 11 years ago)

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