wowhowspineless
His suit was dark gray. He looked to me like the epitome of business, except for the small stain on the lapel. It was like a crack in his shifting facade- a slip in his attitude, in who he thought he ought to be. It gave me a glimpse into what he was really like. Or maybe it was just a stain on his suit.
My spine seemed to be nonexistent sometimes. Times like these when I had to call on courage that just wasn't there. Spineless they call me. Not without justification; I'm a coward. I don't have that spine, that kind of human power cord that strengthens us when we need it most.