I lit a match to light up our gas stove and, lightning fast, something was spat out from the match onto on my bare arm.
'Ooooow!' I thought, as I frantically shook off the glowing spots. The spots floated to the kitchen floor where they burned for half a second longer, then died.
I waited for the stinging to stop and when it didn't, I splashed cold water on my arm. There is now a tiny shallow burn bubble on my left upper arm.
Saturday, May 10, 2008
Ember
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