Die in a Fire

As I sit and watch in the dark, the moths are fluttering. Into and out of the light from my computer screen they spin. They bang against the LCD screen, attracted to the bright light from a browser page that I left open.

I contemplate for a moment how alike we are. A blank page fascinates me as well. I flit and hover ever closer, waiting for the bug-zapper of inspiration to strike or the crash against the glass that warns me to change directions.

Immolation is my distant fluttering hope, to burn in the bright, hot fire of recognition.

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100 words. Inspired by this week’s Friday Fictioneers prompt:

PHOTO PROMPT – © Madison Woods
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37 thoughts on “Die in a Fire”

      1. I’m sorry Dave, your comment went right over my head. I didn’t see the movie you are referring to. That is terrible he was decapitated! Yes, I would think his paintings became very valuable after that.

      2. Chuckle, I sometimes forget that not everyone saw Highlander a gazillion times like me and my nerd friends. Kurgan was the big nasty bad guy that our hero had to defeat.
        Joke falls flat, situation normal 😛

  1. Better to “burn” steady than die like a moth…or hope like a moth. …Okay, I get the piece, but I just can’t write comments, let’s just leave it at that.

    1. Naw, drama llamas get all that angsty existential pain. I just think for a minute, and start writing soooomething (even if the idea is–often–complete crap).

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