Playing with Fire
by Susan Davis
I'm not sure what's come over me these past few, wintry months. I was a normal mom, a normal wife, a normal friend suddenly thinking, acting in unfamiliar ways. We know children love to play with fire, but I believe adults do too, including me. Placing a hand over the burning flame, getting warm, then hot, singeing with a pain almost too great to bear before finally pulling away, but then going back for more. Did the flame leave a mark? No one will see, no one will know, only me.
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I just wanted to try my hand at 6 sentences. I've been feeling a little reckless lately and this is what came forth.
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this is good, but i think this line "We know children love to play with fire, but I believe adults do too, including me." would be more effective if it was blunt and to the point - "we know children love to play with fire, but adults do to" or "but where do you think they learn it?" its a good metaphor for well, life, and the struggles you go through that no one understands but you
Thanks for that. I appreciate the comment. I love constructive tips. Thanks for reading.
"No one will see, no one will know, only me." Fine. *
Thank you. I so appreciate your comment. You have no idea.
Was just typing what Jack already said.
So, what Jack said. *
Thank you, thank you.