Fires of the Mind (revised) #Flash Fiction

First, one’s mind catered to the other.

Then, they started praying upon each other’s art: one’s imagination crawling on and playing with the other’s like two lion cubs frolicking on Africa’s grasslands.

By the time physical love came into play, they were already burning like two pieces of glass in a Murano furnace.

In the end, a lonely man found a mound of shattered glass on a back alley.

It would have been much easier if they would have kept their art separate.

Yet they didn’t.




16 thoughts on “Fires of the Mind (revised) #Flash Fiction

    1. Good morning, Drew.
      I am thrilled you enjoyed it, and very grateful to you for your comment.
      I hope you are drinking your coffee watching the Atlantic while immersed in the splendor of the Sunshine State.
      Thank you again!

  1. You really set me to thinking. Is that even possible? It can’t be done, can it? Our art is our heart and soul. Even if we don’t intentionally blend our work with our lovers/loved ones…they creep onto our canvases and hitch-hike inside our words. Wow. I never ever even thought about how we bring our art into our love…and the ramifications when things crash land. You just made my head spin, in a good way, of course….geez. This was lovely. And I will never be able to say enough times how much I love Your art. I’ll say it every time I see it because it’s true!!! Thank You for this. You may have just started a piece brewing inside me. Hmmmm. Cheers! 🤗💖☀️

    1. Awww …. Thank you for the kind words!

      “You may have just started a piece brewing inside me” Can;t wait to see it!!!!
      Cheers to you too, and thank you again for reading and commenting!


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