Written for:  Sunday Whirl, Wordle #571

Words:  scar, hear, flicks, felt, liquid, dirty, remember,
        mushrooms, amber, key, solid, admit


She had a scar.  Old
surgery, she said,
flicking her fingers,
shrugging it off.  Her  
amber earrings dangled 
in sunlight.
I admit that at 
the time, I believed
her.  

Remembered hearing
she was a private person.
Although two doors down,
I felt she desired
distance.  Key exchanges
would not happen.  Winter
blew in; block became
solid sheet of ice.

That's when everything 
mushroomed.  Heard
a scream, faint call
for help.  Several of
us hied to her house,
pushed the door open.
Liquid pooled at her side.
Blood-metallic scent.  
Before ambulance arrived,
we spied bruises on her
arms and legs.  In a shaky
voice, she apologized
for her dirty dishes 
in the sink.

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