
working title: Persephone’s Door
"It was just a nightmare" they said did they see the flame from the lighter kept going higher until it burned white hot against my cheek every scandalous detail of my life was invented for someone to mock apology flowers seem so tasteful but they still die in flames the tinderbox with an army matches and a magnifying glass was meant to be spiritual Nona was adamant that no one would pardon anyone - not even delicate creatures for letting our flame get out of control before we can stop the destruction we better fly away from the scene on an umbrella before anyone finds us Nona won't fix eggs since we are dashing off She's angry and hopes that i sink quicksand wouldn't i be astonished to see her whip up a batch it would be mysterious sweetie no more indulging little Nadine only enchanting with an an invisible song impose your will against the flames aspiring to reach the bottom of the ocean and the top of heaven Only Nona will applaud if you can transport the flames to Persephone's door
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