The flames lapped eagerly at the guitar, showing no discrimination between the shiny new strings or the scratched wooden body. With heaving breaths, he struggled to remain conscious as flames jumped around his hands and traveled up his veins.
He’d ignored the heat rising from his palms earlier, just like he ignored his scorching fever yesterday and the trail of things he had burned to embers just by touching them. Now, however, he couldn’t ignore the smoky crisp that was his guitar. He couldn’t ignore the very real flames that danced around his arms like a cruel joke. And he couldn’t ignore the fact that he didn’t know how to control any of it.
Weeks of fighting this mutated ability to create fire had taken everything he had and he finally felt himself letting go. The flames lashed out of every pore and the last thought he had before surrendering to them was “Someone…please help me.”
© Jade M. Wong 2016
Written for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. Word Count: 156. Shortest word count yet!