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.