Are you staring at a blank screen with no writing ideas? Here is a prompt from Laurie Bell. Every Friday she inspires us. I especially like this one. Go for it.
The fire had been years ago. There was one room, a small one, tucked away out the back that was still structurally sound. That was where I hid, on the day of the fire. That is where I hide now, day after day, year after year. My sanctuary.
I survived because of the power I had been gifted on that same fateful day. Which is why I can’t leave. This is my home. This was hers.
I hold my hand up to the dying sun. In a blink my hand becomes a living flame. Superpowers are not always a gift.
This is a Friday Fictioneers prompt
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