Bella Spark Bang: And Burn

They burned through the week like celluloid through a projector. Fast. Bright. Leaving nothing but white light and hot ash. He showed her the stars through the hole in his roof. She showed him how to break a lock with a hairpin and a bad intention. They stole kisses and hubcaps, believing that if you burned hot enough, you could outrun the dark.

A spark. A bang. And the beautiful, terrible burn she left in her wake. bella spark bang and burn

That was the bang . Not a gunshot—though that would come later. No, this bang was the sound of two damaged frequencies finally finding a harmonic. The shockwave of a collision that was always meant to happen. Her laugh cracked the silence. His smile lit a fuse neither of them knew was there. They burned through the week like celluloid through

"Don't," he said.