I had the minute I let old demons come to pass. I had her once if only for a moment, a few hours in a snow-covered cabin. They had something, something bigger than me and outside of my control. This man had kissed her before, touched her before and maybe even in this very house.

The subtle way she responded to his advances almost told of an intimate history. The guy she made out with parted his lips against hers and Noni’s eyes closed, her body falling into his. Mostly because I had no idea if I’d ever see her again. Between the snowfall and the ice crusting on Noni’s house window, my sight fought for her image. The snow started not long after I had gotten here, the distance from the airport to Brooklyn not a terribly long one. I looked up, as I’d gazed away, refocusing between snowflakes. I knew the day I took it what the end result would be.

He had her emotional, his fingers on her skin and his lips on her mouth.īut it wasn’t anymore, and now, I knew it never had been. His fingers smoothed through the thick tendrils of Noni’s hair and down honey-brown cheeks charged with heat. She heard someone else, had someone else, and he had his fill of her through the house window I stared into. She couldn’t hear me, no one could out here in the snow. I stood there in the flurry of soft chunks and melting ice, unable to look away.įrozen, I gazed on, the lump in my throat easily the equivalent of a small country. Time passed in instances, seconds between falling snowflakes. This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to any person, living or dead, any place, events or occurrences, is purely coincidental and not intended by the author. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form, including electronic or mechanical, without written permission from the publisher, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles or reviews.

The Space Between by Victoria H. Smith