Beginning

"Do you trust me?" she asked. She paused, waiting, a heavy silence between them. The question was more than it seemed, carrying the weight of her life, and his; a burden almost too great for the four small words.

He thought for a long moment, she could see the workings of contemplation on his face, could swear she heard the grinding gears in his head as he imagined every possible reason, every pro and every con, every foreseeable circumstance to come that he would be called upon to trust her, and his reaction to her question every time.

Finally he answered: "I do". Simply, boldly, with a breathtaking strength punctuated with a heartbreaking meekness. He looked at her, into her eyes, waited.

She smiled, a bit forlornly. "You shouldn't." she replied.

(c) 2015 from the forthcoming The Weft and the Weave