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.