Spark
He looked down,
aloof.
Eyes deliberately
downcast.
Not to be met.
“Hmm”, she said,
"Aunt Celia."
He looked up.
Surprise.
Contact.
Charge.
Eyebrows twitched,
a spark.
The spark.
The spark
that would ignite the fire
that would consume them.
aloof.
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downcast.
Not to be met.
“Hmm”, she said,
"Aunt Celia."
He looked up.
Surprise.
Contact.
Charge.
Eyebrows twitched,
a spark.
The spark.
The spark
that would ignite the fire
that would consume them.
First published in Leannan
http://www.magzter.com/ZA/MPA-Publishing/Leann%C3%A0n/Art/
http://www.magzter.com/ZA/MPA-Publishing/Leann%C3%A0n/Art/
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