From Wings of Bent Light...
They ended up wandering for hours in search of wood. He hauled a large branch to cut up at the campsite and she carried a small bundle of twigs. She was grateful to have anything to occupy her thirsty-for-a-kiss hands.
Back at the campsite, she watched him chop wood. She tried to think of ways to help, but she couldn’t move. She could only watch him. Her eyes attempted to mend the holes she had burnt in his shoulders earlier from staring at him so intently in the woods.
His oblivious shoulders confidently swung the ax. Every blow sent splinters of ruby arrows to her heart. She clutched her chest to keep her heart from cracking. Crack. Crack. Crack. Her insides she could conceal, but she feared his disgust at the rupture. He broke her fixation by turning to smile at her. Her heart stopped. Her lips split into a smile.
That’s when he said, “You have the most beautiful smile.”
She didn’t have to hide her blushing because he had turned to blow embers to ignite the branches. How she pitied herself for envying those broken tree limbs.
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