Secrets

by Sparks In Shadow

Photo by J. Harris

 

He reflected on the feel of her hair in his fists. She was hard to guide if he didn’t hold her with a look, an embrace, the weight of his body, a sharp tug. He used things he knew about her like a secret power she didn’t understand.

He’d find out where she went, etching her steps into his memory as he followed, to prove she couldn’t fool him, to extract a promise and hold her to it. They’d be fine if he kept a handle on all the things that got in the way. She only needed to listen.

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