Millie’s back ached and her arms felt as heavy as lead bars, but she put all her effort into finishing up her last weld of the day. Setting her torch down, she noticed the figure limping towards her and realized immediately it must be Fred.
She felt him to be a nice enough fellow and felt badly that, with one leg a bit shorter than the other, he’d been declared 4-F. His warm smile and soft voice flummoxed her so badly she scarcely heard him inviting her to join him for coffee on her way home.
Walking at his side out of the factory, she found it amusing that even after eight hours of cinders and flinders pelting her, the only sparks she felt were those that danced in the deep, blue eyes of this entirely unexpected suitor.
This story was written for the weekly Five Sentence Fiction flash fiction prompt: sparks.