Burning Passion

"No. No what makes this so crazy – what they threw on the ground had nothing to do with the woman he was screwing. The thing on the ground was his graduation diploma from our Iowa Master's Writing class. Wild huh?"

"Gwen. Do you know exactly when this happened – the fire, I mean?" Jan scanned the room and saw her husband across the room. He was chatting amiably with a group of men. She knew the answer before Gwen spoke the words.

"Just this last summer Jan; early to mid-August, I think."

Jan stared at her husband. She watched as he turned toward her fixing his gaze on hers.

His eyes were ablaze with a burning passion.