By Sarai Mannolini-Winwood

My fingers touched hers and felt a spark. What a cliché. 

It was liquid lightning through my veins. A bullet train to my heart.

I looked up with a wry smile to meet her unsmiling eyes.

She rubbed her fingers on her jeans. 

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to shock you.”

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Sarai Mannolini-Winwood (she/her) is an avid creative writer as well as a literary theorist and academic. I am intrigued by how we make sense of ourselves through our writing. My work is available academically in TEXT, Creatio Fantastica, and Dissection, professionally in The Artifice, and creatively in Eunoia Review, Emerging Possibilities, and Creature.