A Flickering Spark

A warm pulse stirred beneath my stitched chest. I paused, measuring the strange vibration against the cool room air. Slowly, I lifted my glowing right arm. Light from my palm cast trembling orange patterns across the wooden tabletop, meeting the gentle amber glow of a nearby burning candle. With a quiet shift, I nudged a loose trailing strip of bandage on my arm until it lay neat and flat against the table surface. I can truly move.