Encounter
It was strange and unsettling to watch the two of them conversing in the sitting room over Christmas. One, a picture of immortal perfection and the other, human and imperfect in so many ways. I shut my mind down. Refusing to listen in. I told myself that nothing could pass between them that I haven’t heard a hundred times before.
When Daniel stood to leave the room, he placed a hand on Owen’s shoulder in a gesture of solidarity or perhaps of some unspoken understanding between them. Absently, his finger brushed over the flesh of Owen’s neck just beside his shirt collar. Skin on skin. A torrent of images and knowledge for one who possess the gift of psychometry.
The smile dropped from Owen’s lips and his eyes widened in horror.
I’ve never asked him what he saw that night nor do I have any plans to probe his mind and find the images myself. For once, I don’t want to know.
When Daniel stood to leave the room, he placed a hand on Owen’s shoulder in a gesture of solidarity or perhaps of some unspoken understanding between them. Absently, his finger brushed over the flesh of Owen’s neck just beside his shirt collar. Skin on skin. A torrent of images and knowledge for one who possess the gift of psychometry.
The smile dropped from Owen’s lips and his eyes widened in horror.
I’ve never asked him what he saw that night nor do I have any plans to probe his mind and find the images myself. For once, I don’t want to know.