100 Word Fiction #12: Collarbone

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He traces his fingers over her collarbone, taking a long scenic journey over the nooks and crannies, the beautiful imperfections that taste like dust in his mouth. Perfection fossilized, he whispers.

Outside, the research assistant shares another whisper with the professor. “That grad student’s a bit weird,” she says. “I don’t think you should leave him alone with the dinos too long.”

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