It was only supposed to be a new glasses prescription, it wasn’t supposed to give him the power to see people’s souls.
Some souls settled content as a favourite, cosy cardigan and others billowed behind strangers like smoke or ribbons. Some strained inside their lungs, beating frantically against their cages to leave some bigger mark on the world. Some connected to other souls when they met, capering like friendly otters or flashing bright, brilliant colours in recognition or greeting.
His husband’s soul had a pitch black ghost that trailed along beside it.