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Drabble: Hug

I've been in a drabble mood. Writing quick, little moments of life. This one is in response to the Hug challenge.  When you don't feel like a hug, but some Neanderthal gives you one anyway.

Drabble: Hug

I try not to glare as he stands before me with arms open. I don’t want a hug. I want to sit and reflect on this horrible, awful day. Reflect, not sulk. Definitely not pout.

He clears his throat. He has one eyebrow raised. I want to tell him he should see a doctor about that particular affliction. But I want to be swatted even less than I want to be hugged.

Resigned to my fate, I stand up and quickly engulfed in his arms. Tension drains from my body. Maybe a hug isn’t such a bad thing after all.


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