I have no idea why, but this little prose piece makes me feel all Christmassy... :)) xx

ABOUT FACE


She was pale like the moon, shy and discreet. Her life a predictable pattern – ordained, beautiful. And quiet. But he blazed like the sun; all women basked in the heat of his burning attention. No-one could predict his moves, only await the sudden fire of his rays.

Funny though, they always met in the between-times of grey: daybreak and dusk. Working in the same city tower block, somehow, in the glint of the foyer’s revolving doors, daily their paths collided in a flashing whorl of low-slant light. Here they carouselled in a flying wheel of windows, a glazed vortex between worlds.

Once, time suspended and night and day exchanged. Always aware of his eyes upon her, she ignored his gaze until the day the doors ran slow, then slower still, until finally they stopped. Turning, she placed her palm against his through the flat of the separating glass. She raised her eyes and her lips moved:

“Can I kiss you?” he read.