The Flame Child
I had a weird dream last night where I was testing markers in a craft shop because I needed an orange to complete the colour palette for fire. (Which this is actually the case in waking life at the moment.) One of the oranges seemed to be multi-layered when put to paper. I was imagining what I could draw with it when the colour began to pulse, filling my vision. Though at first I thought I was imagining that too. Then it became an actual fire girl with hair of flames staring down at me from the ceiling. At this point I quit searching around my daydreams. Whilst I had a tendency to get lost in my mind I knew I could only envision so much- and my fantasies didn’t tend to include flaming children who floated in front of me clear as day. I don’t remember what she said- her demeanour was something between evil and mischievous- Nearby a cartoonishly drawn boy dressed in a blue hoodie and green trousers popped up from one of the shelves. (I think in the dr...