Wendy did not know she could run so fast. As the wind blew in her ears, she realized that she had already passed her house. With the adrenaline coursing through her, she found her legs ached, her heart raced at a horse’s pace, and her senses were peaked and acute.
It was glorious!
Getting off the road, and sneaking into a nearby yard, she stayed within the shadows, and spied as Charlie scurried into his backyard. She followed him quietly and observed him as he bent over, hands on knees as he sucked in as much air as he could.
When pushed, Charlie realized his talent; his calling. The fire had burned higher than anything he’d ever created. The wood had sung and crackled, and Charlie watched on as if connected to the inferno in some primal ritual.
It was then she fell in love with him. It was then she knew, that he too would love her; whether he realized it or not.
“Psst,” she hissed from her hiding hole.
Charlie looked over, gawking
“I love you, Chuck!” she said to him in a whisper and hurried home.