The Lies Behind Silence and Darkness
Steady.
Another time, she was attempting to describe a spectacular thunderstorm over the hills, the lightning forking in brilliant veins. Frustrated with the inadequacy of words on a page, she took his hand and pressed it flat against the cold windowpane, letting him feel the vibration of the thunder through the glass. Then, with a quick, stuttering motion of her own fingers, she mimicked the lightning against the back of his hand. He understood, a slow smile touching his lips. A new symbol: POWER.