Thomas Flair: encouragement
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I stared at the blackness that used to be the center of the fire. My eyes, previously adjusted to the fire, now strained to see without the light.
I blinked, scared, not knowing what to say. I could not have been the only one that saw that.
Suddenly, a small flame began to grow. Flickering, its flames spread and within seconds the fire returned to what it once was.
“Ok,” Hunter broke the silence. “Someone else did see that right?”
The other teens nodded, confirming whatever just happened was reality.
“I don’t think I can do this anymore,” I heard Noel whisper from across the fire, horror lit in her eyes.
Glenn’s stare was locked on the fire. “Did the fire just explode?”
Everyone dropped into a terrified silence. The fire crackled, as if it was oblivious to the terror of the teens around it.
I felt a small tingle in my hand. I suddenly realized I no longer had the pain from the cut. I lifted my hand and turned it to the fire, searching for the cut.
But it wasn’t there.
In disbelief, I spun my hand, believing maybe it wasn’t where I remembered.
But it wasn’t there.
I healed.
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