Flicker of Love

Not a wildfire, not yet a steady glow, but a fragile dance of light and shadow in the corner of an eye. A shared glance, lingering a fraction too long, a silent question hanging in the air, unspoken, yet felt. A small kindness, unexpected, a hand brushing another, a warmth that travels beyond the skin. A memory resurfacing, unbidden, sweet, a ghost of laughter in an otherwise quiet room. It could be nothing, a trick of the light, a fleeting fancy easily extinguished by indifference or the wind of doubt. But for that brief moment, a flicker insists, a tiny ember daring to believe in breath, in the possibility of a larger flame. ©bfa041925