I stared in fascination as bright orange sparks arced from the metal bar, briefly lighting up Dad in the dark. He struck hard, grunting with effort, a sturdy figure in a red sweatshirt and blue jeans.
In this spectacle of flickering light and searing bits of concrete, the lady who can pass through walls shimmered at my side. Dressed in a dark blue gown, adorned with white frills around her neck and wrists, she seemed to melt into the night. The light of the sparks reflected in her dark eyes, adding an aura of mystery and intrigue to her ethereal form.