PLAYING WITH FIRE
by
Michelle de Villiers
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Playing with Fire
Copyright (c) 2010 by Michelle de Villiers
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A tale of caution and abandon.
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PLAYING WITH FIRE
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"You'll burn your fingers young man!" grumbled Grandpa.
I nodded. I knew it was true. But I just couldn't help it! Fire was sooo fascinating, the flames dancing, the colors ...
"You remind me of a little friend I once had," Grandpa added; "she had a hard time listening."
"But Grandpa ... " The match flared and went out.
"What happened to her?" Maybe he had a story for me.
I was waiting for Mom to fetch me. Grandpa was looking after me for the afternoon; this was fun. He watched and listened, but he wasn't very strict. He was very old and very wise and could speak to animals. He had told me quite a few stories about his "friends" already- a wolf, a crow ... I wondered which animal he was thinking of this time.
"Her name was Molly ... Molly Moth. Do you want to hear about it?" Grandpa knew I was curious.
"Yes!" I said, turning around. Maybe I could use a magnifying glass on some dry leaves ...
"Well, then listen first, after we can fire up the barbecue and cook some hot dogs," said Grandpa.