No prompt used.
The hooligan gang was hollering below, completely unaware that their usual hanging spot was full of bombs. Louise smirked in delight; if she managed to get this mission done, she was one step closer to recovering who she had been prior to her amnesia.
The fire that ensued lighted up her hope and her past.
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N. WS. Jokela, more commonly known as WindySilver, is a Finnish programmer and a hobbyist artist fighting a war against procrastination on the losing side. When her free time is not taken up by things like reading, procrastination, video games, watching series or more procrastination, she mainly writes sci-fi fanfiction and original flash fiction of various genres. While she dabbles in a lot of things ranging from digital art to jewelry to plants to whatever catches her interest, writing is her persistent forte.
You should not give her yet another crazy flash fiction challenge to take part in because she simply cannot say "no" to it.
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