glove in fire, regrettably

firestair

A one bedroom basement flat, with a beautiful black painted iron spiral staircase in one corner, and a sofa, kitchen and dining table all crammed into it. Garden outside was lovely though.

We were all going to have supper, me and a load of girls. Suddenly the fire in the hearth was blazing much too brightly. A huge fire. It was going to swallow the whole room up, chairs, then table, then everything.

I threw my black leather gloves into the fire to calm it. I can’t remember if it worked, probably not. But I remember being annoyed that I’d done it because I wanted my nice leather gloves back.

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