Playing with Fire

My thumb flicked the striker of the lighter and the spark gave birth to yet another flame. I studied its flicker and playful dance, the power in my hand calling me forward to unleash its intention. The smell of butane and carbon, the sound of my heart thrumming in my throat, made my head swoon as I counted: one, two three.

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