Happy Friday everyone! How about some Flash Fiction?
The first time it happened, terror flew through her. It wasn’t normal, and she knew it. Normal people couldn’t do things like that, only comic book characters. An unexpected smile twitched across her lips as she pictured a few of those super heroes, but she shook her head. She was not a super hero.
Staring at her fingers, she scraped her thumb nail against the pad of the ring finger of the same hand. She ignored the tickle and watched the small spark light up her flesh. It resembled the glow of one of those sparklers she always enjoyed playing with as a child. She would move it fast in the dark and try to spell her name before the light trail disappeared.
Scraping her nail harder and faster, the spark flickered and then burst into a match size flame. She held her breath, waiting for the heat to burn, but it didn’t. Her courage fled and she clapped her hands together to smother the fire.
Her breath released in a gush, and her whole body shook. Even after seeing it again, she still couldn’t wrap her mind around it. She had seen it in a few movies and knew it was only science-fiction. How on Earth could she be a real life fire starter?