Six Sentence Sunday #46

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Still continuing with my sfr Keir this week. Despite her friendly overtures, Quin doesn't seem to making much progress with her fellow prisoner...

The words escaped him before he could call them back. “I am Keir.”
As if she had mistaken their exchange of names for permission, she crouched before him and held up her empty hand, palm outward.
Keir shied away as she reached out to him. Fear and anger gave him strength and he knocked her backward. “Do not touch me!”

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