It began with a light covering of dust. George didn’t stop writing that time but carried on for he had wanted a sign znd now that he had it, he just carried on with his pen, watching the ink take on shapes, telling him things that he had never dared to know. And now he knew them they were all covered in this light shining dust, that made the light seem to dance across the table and then hide beside the curtains. But what did he actually know?
He knew that spelling a word was very different to knowing what the word really meant and when he saw his pen slwoly spelling out that word, well he knew that she was smiling even from so far away.