The Dance Of The Candles
Outdoor's the night clouds brought darkness, indoor's she lit the two small candles on the table in their sitting room. It was there that she sat and watched the flames make shadows upon the ceiling and walls. Soft, hypontic flickering fingers of light. At times they mingled together, images that she found relaxing.
He walked into the room and sat a few feet from her, not speaking...though each was aware of the other's presense. She closed her eyes and lay back against the pillow, he picked up the newspaper, a routine much like other nights.
The candle's flame continued it's dance as she became aware that he had touched her thigh, a gentle...tender touch that somehow was as fleeting as the flicker of the flame. Then a sigh escaped her lips and her breath caused the flame to burn brighter, like wind fueling the flame. He placed the newspaper down and took her in his arms, as the candle's burned brighter, stronger...they danced with the flames.
Author: June E. Miller (Justalady)
12/12/2002
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