But I promised a superpowers genre tale for Flush the Fiction, so here you go:
He billed himself as the Human Fireball. Generic name for a weak pyrokinetic. All that he could really do was light things he was touching aflame. He could light himself too–but that cost him a fortune in clothes, so he usually didn’t.
Lorelei was tending bar that night when he got drunk and lit it. All of those flammables—first thing, she tripped the sprinkler system. After the fire was out, she took his face between her hands and kissed him deeply.
When he crumbled to arid dust, she swept him into a dust pan. Don’t upset an aquamancer.
Oddly enough, this tale was inspired by this image:
That turned up on Google’s first images page with the search term “image”. That’s random, no? (Hell No.)
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