Dark Passions

She saw darkness.

And although she was at her sixties, she had strength to continue standing up.

“I still don’t get it.” A whisper as his muscular arms intertwined with her frail ones. “You’re what, forty?”

“Age doesn’t matter, darling,” he said.

“But the people – the whispering…” She glanced at her own moon. “It’s unmannerly –”

“Then let’s be unmannerly! Let the whispering begin.”

“You love me so?”

“With all my soul.”

“But I’m twenty two.”

“I know.”

Yes, he too was blind.

~ by dyeisi on July 24, 2008.