And all that was left, was a scar…
“Is it the scar?” My mind drifted back to my summers during elementary school. Back to the years of wearing a one-piece bathing suit and getting away with it until it was deemed “uncool.” Those one-piece years were then transformed into what I now call my “Napoleon era,” which was sometime around late middle school, early high school. It was then that my normal summer stance, in a bikini anyway, looked much like the French commander’s, one arm staying…
