Peggy’s Prompt—it’s like a small fire—020311

It’s like a small fire—the first thing that comes to mind is upper GI problems—like acid reflux. I’ve had some experience with that, but, knock on wood, Nexium keeps it under control most of the time. I feel truly sorry for people who suffer a lot with it, because even a small fire can burn horribly. But I’d rather think of something else that’s like a small fire, something that doesn’t have anything to do with health, or illness, both of which are on my mind too much of the time.

So, it’s like a small fire, that feeling of warmth and flushness that comes over you when you get really excited. Nope, that’s not it.

It’s like a small fire that smolders and glows and seems pretty innocuous that can flare up into a giant conflagration that destroys everything in its path. Too trite.

It’s like a small fire that mushrooms into a blazing wall of flames—that’s what lust is like. Hmmm, that has possibilities, but I’m too chicken to go there.

It’s like a small fire that crackles and glows and keeps you warm if you stay really close. That’s what the love my mother had for me was like when I was a child. She was energy and warmth and continuity and fascination and seemed to go on forever. Well, this one has the most prospects.