Stopping his fork in mid bite just as his eyes peered up at me from his plate of food. A puzzled and uncertain look started to etch all over his face as he tried to understand my words with one arched eyebrow. Mouth wide open to welcome the taste of pleasure that was almost in its grasp. Only to never quite make it to its desired destination. Suspended in a timeless agonizing wait.
I breathed a sigh of frustration at not fully understanding it myself gently shaking my head in disbelief. Pushing the food around on my own plate with the tip of my fork as I thought intently on how this could be. Believing something more is happening and that something more fiercely dangerous is coming. Soon at that.
“Tell me again how you saw… who was it? Your mother? I thought you said she died when you we
