[ WP ] Write a short piece based on the object currently to your right/left .

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 The lighter rang clear and sharp, the sound of flint striking steel followed by a blue fireball that shot high for only a split second, etching it's light on the back of my eyes, replaced swiftly with a small sputtering red flame that blew to and fro in the light breeze through my window, Holding in my hands the fires of Prometheus, I smile knowingly, that one day this lighter could save my life, for fire was gods gift to humanity, a means for us both to create and destroy, holding the lighter to my cigarette, I light the end and take a drag. Who knew there could be such pleasure in destruction I think, as I exhale a great grey cloud out of my window and into the night.
