Prompt 3 Fire

Prompt 3 Fire

The fire was mine. I held it, and it possessed me.

The golden tangle was mine: a universe in my hands. I was god for a moment. The light danced across my eyes. I delighted in it but it was indifferent to me.

A laugh-sparking flutter filled my chest.

All creators know this feeling. It is a part of the process: the heat in the flame. They are both inseparable. We creators are helpless against this strange love that burns us. We can’t explain this love, and no one asks us to.

The fire was mine. I held it, and it possessed me.

Note: That’s where the picture took me. Where does it take you?

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