THE FLAME by Thomas Lipschultz 9/3/98 It was a thursday. No, a tuesday. Same basic idea; at least, at THIS college. The silhouette of a human figure appears to you, and you find yourself intrigued by it. You follow it back to its source to find an auburn flame, burning higher and brighter than any other you've ever seen. A mage? A sorceress? Or perhaps a mere vision, that nobody else can see. You're frightened. Who wouldn't be? The flame spreads. You blame it on the boy downstairs, but no, this one wasn't any fault of his. Maybe next time. Heh heh heh. You fan the flame, and discover that it's not an ordinary flame. This one's a SUPER-flame. It intrigues you more on the thursday than it does on the tuesday, separating the two nearly- identical days. It seems to have died down, but you're determined to fan it back to health. This is the most beautiful fire on the planet -- to you, at least. What secrets does it hold? How is it composed? What makes it burn so brightly, and so tall? Better be careful so as not to burn your house down, you silly person you. Don't fan the flame too much, or it'll overtake you, and there'll be nothing left at all.