At the door to my workshop she handed the case containing her new brass legs to the taxi driver. I held the door open for her, anxious for her to go but somehow melancholy that she was leaving.
"Thank you, Claudia," she said, turning back to me. "They are perfect. So beautiful."
"Any problems, you know where to find me," I said.
Lumi stepped up close to me, smiling her shy smile. "Do I need such an excuse to come back, to see you again?"
"No."
It sounded sharper than I intended. I felt her hand on my arm as she leaned in close, her lips brushed mine in a farewell kiss. It was soft, chaste, devastating. Then she was gone, waving as she got into the back of the taxi.
I watched until it was out of sight.
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Less Of Her
Short StoryClaudia is a shut-in, a nerd. She creates custom cybernetic limbs, unique works of art. Lumi is everything Claudia is not, exotic, exciting, outgoing. Claudia comes to realise they both have their secrets. Secrets that will tear them apart.
