“This is the perfect symbol for my love.” Liam pointed to the mass of dark crystals in the museum. “They are long and barbed like frozen fireworks splayed in all directions. Each crystal is very sharp and dangerous, yet delicate and brittle. Only gentle care will keep it intact.” He gave Sally a meaningful look.
“Your love? Your love is more like real fireworks – all flash and heat. No, if these symbolize anyone’s love, it would be mine.” Sally turned a cold shoulder and moved to the next display.
Liam grinned. “She loves me.”
The Hub: Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
Photo credit: Marie Gail Stratford
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