Aflame

This little guiding light of mine…

The choir swayed, holding candles. Two tight rows of pinafores and polished shoes. Smells like smoke in here, she thought.

I’m going to let it shine…

Everyone jumped back, screaming. Off-key.

Her hair was on fire.


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