The Moth and the Flame

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Photo: J Hardy Carroll

She sat there, eyes fixed on the Cathedral clock as it stood between them.  They were alone.  She felt his piercing gaze and the mixed emotions it stirred in her.  A part of her recoiled from his attention and the other part craved it.  He was the most dreadful man she had ever met and yet, she was drawn to him like a moth to a flame.  She could almost feel the heat…

Agitated, she rose to her feet.  She stiffened when he stood.  Panicking, she sought to escape because she knew that if he touched her, she wouldn’t resist…

100 Words

This was written as part of the Friday Fictioneers challenge hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.  For move details, visit HERE.   To read other stories based on this week’s prompt, visit HERE.

23 comments

  1. I assume the word Cathedral is meant to remind us, that we are in a, presumably, Catholic church setting, and the interactions between the two must necessarily be forbidden by both church law and the common morality of power dynamics. Add to that my guess that she is a child…your writing is timely, subtle and powerful.

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