“He had a scar…”
He had a scar in the shape of a crescent moon just next to his eye. He knew for a fact that it looked ridiculous; and since he had such a distinctive scar, he should probably go become a superhero or an evil mastermind or something, but he wasn’t, so he got over it.
Theo got his one and only scar from his sister Hannah during a ill-conceived ice skating trip. He was home from college and he dragged her away from yet another trip to the mall with her friends. Hannah, who was five years younger and three inches taller, must have had weak ankles or poor balance or overly affected by gravitational pull because she managed to fall no less than fifteen times within the first ten minutes. And of course, the sixteenth time, she managed to fall in such a manner that her head went back and toward the left and directly into his glasses.
He didn’t even fall down, and it didn’t hurt all that badly, but as he leaned down to help Hannah up off her ass, he felt something warm run down his face and a little kid started crying.
“You’re bleeding,” Hannah pointed out, brushing ice off the seat of her pants.
And that’s when it started hurting.
Theo managed to make another three children cry before making it to the men’s room, where he noted -- in the smeared, smudged, foggy mirror – that his face was bleeding in a completely perfect horror movie fashion. He mopped it up with a handful of paper towels and headed back out to the ice, where Hannah was tapping her ice skate-clad foot against the rubber-padded floor.
“Done?” she asked, smiling fondly, teasingly, at him.
“Yeah; come on, squirt,” Theo said, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and leading her out of the ice rink.
nt - 3/19/10
Notes: It’s a bit short, and a bit late, but it’s been a bit hectic lately.
*Prompt taken from The Write Brain Workbook: 366 Exercises to Liberate Your Writing by Bonnie Neubauer