The Spark...

“Tell my story.” He whispers in my ear. “Tell them of the glory, and of the pain. How I was once betrayed by the very ones I loved.”

I’m startled by this. This whisper at my ear. The breath that falls upon my neck. Who is this person, I ask. What does he want of me?

Again, he says. “Tell them.” He pauses. “Please.”

I turn around in my chair and close my eyes. I let my mind drift to a blank place. I imagine a black chalkboard. There is no chalk, no writing of any kind on the board. I then conjure up his face. Piercing blue eyes stare back at me with the intensity of a burning fire. His full sensual lips are set in a hard line of determination. He does not want to let me be.

That is when the story begins. In little bits and pieces I see snippets of scenes. Rolling through my head like a movie reel. I can see him watching her, following her. I can feel his pain. The pain of wanting something you can never have. It is heart breaking, this tortuous feeling, almost bringing me to tears.

His dark voice whispers again in my mind. “Tell them. Tell them my story.”