Scars

Flora was contemplating. She was aware that if she let the guide help her apply the sunscreen lotions on her back, he would see the ugly scar she had from a flat iron Lambert had once pressed on her. It had been years, but the scar it left would still be visible. It hurt like hell during those times as she had no one to help her. She couldn't reach the spot with her hands to apply meds on it, so the scar it left was quite noticeable with the shape of a flat iron that the edges of the scar now have fibrous connective tissues. With the healthy pink skin tone that Flora has, the scar was visible, and easy to identify what caused the burn.

"I worry you might see another ugly look of me?" Flora tried to hide the shy smile through a deep breath.

"Another? Wait?" Damien hurriedly asked as he looked at her face closely. "I don't see what you see, I guess," he frowned. "Have my eyes gone bad?"

Flora snickered. Then she stared at the guide with squinted eyes.