#29: Fire.

She watched the smoke rise up and away from her, slowly thickening as the match burned to its end in her fingers and the fire came to life. The grey haze formed patterns in the air, like a monochrome watercolour painting was being created in front of her eyes. Her eyes stung from the heat. She was standing far too close, but the warmth drew her in even closer. The sound of the fire was comfortingly familiar, and as she inhaled the smoke it made it feel more at ease. She smiled.

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