203. Letting fire inspire
Fifty-word flash.
Letting fire inspire… in fifty words
The demonstration studio smelt of camping stoves, that first-time glimpse of glowing glass tempting her inner moth as artists spun syrup into beads begun as sand.
Now she works at a flame. Moths bump her workshop window long into the night, their fervour for fire as fierce as her own.
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Very poetic. Lovely photo, just right.
I love the art of simplicity - it’s takes longer to write something short. 👍