Lit From Underneath
by Sparks In Shadow
He never remembered which way to turn from the subway stairs. In one direction streets filled with dark windows hung on boxy offices that were once warehouses or factories. The other led to her. By now, it seemed his steps might’ve carried him there without thought.
She lured him, forgiving his lateness or forgetfulness, always with a smile. She haunted him as none had, driving his back toward walls near exits before allowing his mind or feet to concentrate on direction.
He came without knowing how, perplexed by the shadows the pieces of her puzzle threw high over his head.