“So, what is it like, being who you are?” I asked, watching her stare into the mirror-like lake.
She turned to me at my question.
“You don’t want to know.” She said.
The wind blew her flaming red hair askew.
“Yes I do.” I said. “Trust me, I can handle it.”
I hugged her and looked her in the eye.
“Show me.”
She knelt down, and put her hand on the surface of the water. Her hand made an odd amount of ripples in the surface for just a touch. She stood back up, looked at me and then at the opposite shore. She stepped intothe water, then on it
On it.
She walked slowly and deliberately forward as I watched in disbelief. She stood in the middle of the lake, turned to me, and held out a hand. Out of instinct I walked in, then on. I rushed to her. A soft smile spread on her beautiful face, and then she closed her eyes.
I leaned forward and kissed her as the water rose and ignited and we were enveloped in rushing blue fire as cool as the summer breeze.