Flames dripped from his fingers, spilling down his arm and onto the floor. A dribble of fire worked its way up to his armpit, setting fire to his shirt. Brian slapped at the flames, burning his hand.
“Ouch! Dammit! Ow!”
“Brian!” Maribelle Casey’s voice floated down the basement steps from the kitchen
“Sorry, Mom. I burned myself.” He stuck his fingers in his mouth, pulling them out immediately when he tasted the bitter herbs that covered them. “Gak! Blerg! Gross!” He rushed to the utility sink and rinsed his mouth. Running water over his hand, he hissed as the singed digits met the cold.
Soft footsteps trotted down the stairs. “What did you do to yourself now?” Jordan’s voice interrupted his pity party.
Brian held out his hand to her. Jordan took his damp fingers, whispered a couple of words and the pain stopped.
“Quit being such a…
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