Toby, my new love, lies besides me. Both on guerneys in a white, light-filled room.
His eyes are closed. A nurse wheels in Ben, my first love, and I greet him with delight and concern. He’s also injured. I send a circle of love to surround him, become aware simultaneously of Toby, awake, scowling darkly, simmering in unreasonable jealousy. And he is aiming it all at unconscious Ben.
I gently remove the finger of smoke, seal Ben’s protection, follow the trail back to Toby. His heart is loud with hate and fear. I am unmoved, yet moving with calm deliberation into the blackened heart.
He is overtaken and still I unwind the hate like music out of tune, and I the tuning fork. Deep inside, he longs to hear the note to return, return to the song he was meant to sing.
The electricity of his will thrumming now into a new vibration. I lean back and close my eyes, smiling, at ease. Something new has burst from me, my song amplified, my powers restored.
Written for the Saturday Stream of Consciousness prompt: Loud and this impulse to write flash fiction this morning. SoCS rule number 1: Your post must be stream of consciousness writing, meaning no editing (typos can be fixed), and minimal planning on what you’re going to write. (Otherwise, I would go back and fix some things!)