Literature
Aflame
The water is frigid but the urge to bathe is far too tempting to ignore.
"W...wait," I say, out of breath from running. I shed my shirt and pants, the fabric wet from rain and sweat dropping easily from my body. Closing my eyes, I take in a breath and focus.
I shiver violently and my fingertips spark.
Gritting my teeth I thrust my hands beneath the bubbling spring and spread my warmth, steam instantly rising up from the water.
“Not yet,” I wade into water that’s now lukewarm and laugh at how easy this is. I take three quick breathes and submerge myself, curling my body into a ball. After thirty seconds my heart is poundin