During the Pause

by Sparks In Shadow


They were calmer, nibbling fruit and cheese at a table outside a small shop, holding on in their separate chairs. He waited for her to speak again. She waited for him.

A sudden understanding teetered at the edge of her mind, in danger of falling at the merest hint of another thought. She hated that almost breathless feeling when a glimpse of something fell away but was somehow still attached and pulling at her, like a dangling weight.

Slipping in like thieves, thoughts unrelated to their conversation obscured the flash that might have been brilliant.

She hoped he couldn’t tell.