Foil-Wrapped Heart: Fantasy

I wrapped our love tight in an entire roll of tin foil, shiny side out, hoping that would be enough to protect it, and I shoved it in the oven. The oven is meant to keep heat in, so it should work almost as well to keep heat out, right? It was the only guess I had, and I felt the heat rising in my heart as a shift in the narrative approached. It was about time for me to go somewhere else and be someone else. I wanted to keep the life I had, but that was never the way of it for my kind. If anything, the opposite was true. And yet, when I thought of you returning home after a long day of work in the car factory, that is what I wanted. I wanted you, and only you. I did not care about my family tradition. I did not care about all my training and the things I had been taught to be or do or say. No. They were no longer what mattered. You were. As I felt the flames of life-thread wrapping around me, I only hoped that you would figure out what was in the oven soon enough that you would keep it alive for me, and not toss it out, thinking it was an old casserole. You always did hate casseroles.


Inspiration: "Tourniquet" - Rasputina
Story potential: Medium? High?
Notes: Tried writing this while doing "blind typing" - an interesting difference, makes me wonder if I might write faster that way. Or gain some other benefits, like a faster connection to the trance/daydream/zone state of writing.