100 Word Challenge #37

Even now, ten years later, it was still piercing his skin. Sometimes his scar would reopen and send chills down his spine. He would get bad memories back into his scalp, and would never be able to get them out. It would reopen, but it was far too hot for it to happen. As he slept outdoors, he started to dream about how he got his scar and why.

 The palm trees threw themselves side to side. Wind lashed at his face and the old black man stared at him with his dark coat on. The piercing pain seared at his chest and he fell helplessly.

By Maclaren