This was the photo prompt for today’s Flash! Friday challenge – 140-160 words, and we had to incorporate friendship…
His flame went higher, because boys are like that. It was the pyrotechnic equivalent of seeing who could pee furthest out into the snow.
It spoilt the synchronicity of the act – hers formed the perfect mushroom she’d been trying to achieve, his looked as if a dragon had just eaten a chilli burrito. They couldn’t even wear matching outfits, because he kept forgetting not to bow to audience applause before he’d finished blowing off.
That’s why he wore a flame-retardant loincloth. There are limits to how much you should be willing to suffer for your art.
Ambition told her to go solo, or to find another co-performer whose lifelong dream was to spit burning oil through a gap in their teeth, but loyalty told her otherwise.
They were melded, more firmly than soldered iron, by their years on the road together.
He might sometimes scorch the hairs off his chest, but it was her heart he set on fire.