Iditarod Nights
“"Hey!" she called as volunteers led her team to a parking spot a few yards away.
He walked over. "Hey yourself." The spooked look she saw on his face at McGrath had returned. She masked her concern behind a tired smile.
"Tough run?" she asked.
He expelled a heavy breath. "The hallucinations are hell." Claire smirked and lifted her hood to expose the goose egg on her forehead. "Tell me about it. I ducked a powerline that wasn't there coming into Ruby." "Ouch." He leaned in and brushed his chapped lips to the edge of the bruise.
"What about you?" she asked when he pulled back.
"It's not important." "That bad, huh?" He didn't answer.
Claire shrugged to cover the sting of his unwillingness to talk. "Well, I'd better get my dogs taken care of," she said and turned away to grab a snubline.
Dillon took her arm and coaxed her to face him. When she did, his haunted eyes implored her to understand. "If I don't talk about it," he said, his words measured, "then it's not important." Yes. She did ...understand.MoreLess
He walked over. "Hey yourself." The spooked look she saw on his face at McGrath had returned. She masked her concern behind a tired smile.
"Tough run?" she asked.
He expelled a heavy breath. "The hallucinations are hell." Claire smirked and lifted her hood to expose the goose egg on her forehead. "Tell me about it. I ducked a powerline that wasn't there coming into Ruby." "Ouch." He leaned in and brushed his chapped lips to the edge of the bruise.
"What about you?" she asked when he pulled back.
"It's not important." "That bad, huh?" He didn't answer.
Claire shrugged to cover the sting of his unwillingness to talk. "Well, I'd better get my dogs taken care of," she said and turned away to grab a snubline.
Dillon took her arm and coaxed her to face him. When she did, his haunted eyes implored her to understand. "If I don't talk about it," he said, his words measured, "then it's not important." Yes. She did ...understand.MoreLess
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