Two growing fires.

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Copyright © 2018, Michael M Wayman

I was inspecting one of the special offers, when a woman appeared in my peripheral vision. I rose up and saw her. It was her.

How did I know? It was the glint in her eyes – a glint at the top of each eye – a happy glint – two growing fires.

The young woman continued loading the shelves with canned tuna, mackerel and sardines. It wasn’t her.

After all these years I noticed the glint in her eyes for the first time. At home I found the glint in everyone of her photos.

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