Fiction Fragment: Devil Horned

Loosely based around #Tuesday shenanigans, but I’m not sure if it goes anywhere:

Devil Horns

   We watched as Anna dipped the beer mat closer to the candle flame. Soaked in untold beverages, the nearest corner caught and burned reluctantly. The flame wasn’t candle-bright, but was instead dominated by a sullen green-blue hue for the duration of its brief existence. She flipped the mat around and attacked the other corner. Then she frowned in concentration and bit her lip.
  
She moved the mat more quickly this time, igniting the two charred corners in turn and then lifting it upright in triumph. Tiny flames curved up on each side. “Devil horns!” she proclaimed, a broad grin spreading across her features.

About Tim Maidment

Writer, House Husband, Raconteur and Bon Vivant
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