Lights of Love
Nancy paused before entering the room where the annual art
exhibit was being displayed. She had quietly slipped out of
the temple's social hall, not wanting others to know she was
headed here. Taking a deep breath, she walked into the room,
scanning the artwork for the photograph that had won first
The minute she caught sight of it, her heart started hammering.
The card adjacent to the photograph was neatly printed SUMMER
SKYLINE, Michael D. Powers. But it wasn't only the name of
Nancy's first love that held her riveted in place, staring
at the picture.
It was the subject.
Nancy recognized exactly where it had been taken. The spot
high on the hill, just a few blocks from the Powers' house
in South Orange, where the New York skyline was clearly visible.
Nancy felt as if a spotlight had been turned on--a spotlight
aimed straight at her soul, illuminating her heart.
She caught her breath.
The bright colors, the haze of heat and smog over the Manhattan
skyline, the lush tree in the foreground contrasting sharply--Mike
had captured it all. She wasn't surprised that he had won
first prize in the temple's annual art exhibit.
What surprised her was her own reaction. The rush of sweet
memory that engulfed her as she gazed at the photograph was
so intense, it almost hurt.
And those memories were so sharp it was as if she could smell
the scent of the masculine, spicy aftershave Mike used to
She took a slow, steadying breath. Get a grip, she told herself
sternly. Don't get carried away.
She did smell his aftershave.
He was here.
For a moment, she froze. Then, taking another, more shallow
breath, she turned away from the photograph and faced the
doorway of the temple's library, the skirt of her forest green
dress swishing gently against her knees.
Mike Powers stood in the doorway.