by Melanie Browne
I stole a fireball from Jerry Lee Lewis. I tried to learn to shoot it from my fingertips to spice up my writing and impress people. Some of my more hirsute friends received second degree burns on their arms or upper lips. My manuscript was burned to a smoky, smoldering pile. It didn’t work out as I had hoped. Goodness, gracious, what a mess.
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