They're sitting
in the back of the room.
("Is everyone done
with this chapter?")
They're always
together.
("So, do you understand
what drove...")
Her hand slips quietly
from her lap,
meeting his
in the middle of the aisle.
("...Frankenstein's monster
to kill?")
And their fingers lock together,
leaving them connected,
like strings of laundry
hung high over the streets,
skirts and shirt sleeves
whipping in the wind.
("Can anyone
tell me the answer?")
She tightens her grip,
catching
and refracting
the light
in the star sapphire ring
he gave to her.
("Class?")
And they think
no one is watching.
("Anyone?")
He moves his thumb
over the callus
on her middle finger,
just to feel his flesh
against hers.
And--
"Mrs. Jackson... I know the answer."
"Thank you, Bronwen. Please go on."
Reason for writing:
I wrote this one a while ago. If you've read <i>Frankenstein</i>, it should make some sense.
Birth sign: Virgo
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