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.
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.
First published in Leannan
http://www.magzter.com/ZA/MPA-Publishing/Leann%C3%A0n/Art/
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