Her eyes are like shimmering pools of living fire.

I lean closer and feel their heat radiating against my cheek.

Mesmerized, I stare into her widened pupils, flames flickering in ever increasing circles.

I’m lost, I’m lost; I’m falling in.

“They look painful,” I say.

“Painful and infectious,” she replies.

Alan is a primary school teacher working in south London. He doesn’t like where he works.