#Fiction Monday (24) - A new game... - Un joc nou...

This game is hosted by Vinitha Dileep, on her blog  'Reflections' and
I discovered it on Esha's  blog. This time  the word prompt is 'BURN'.

 

Silvian rang to the doorbell of his friend, Eusebiu. He hear a weak ‘enter’.
A burning smell greeted him.
- Hi! What experiment did you do?
- Nothing this time. I made the coffee and I managed to boiled it over.
But there is something left! Welcome.
And if I still have to wash the stove, meanwhile maybe we inaugurate a game
-… Let’s hear!
- We choose a word and try to explore different meanings and other ideas related to it.
Maybe we discover something to explore it later…
- OK. And… the word is…
- ‘Burn’, as the reality inspires us.
Silvian began to write on a piece of paper the ideas that were unfolded by each of them:

burning ice; the sun and the burning fire; burning eyes; hot brain; interior fire;
burning stages; sayings:
'whoever burned with soup blows in yogurt too’;
'the country is burning and the grandmother is combing'.

He stopped and said:
- That's it, three minutes have passed! Enough.
  What shall we do next?
-…I think about preparing something to eat and deciding the new path to
 explore. What do you say about ...'hot brain'?

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Silvian suna la usa prietenului sau, Eusebiu. Auzi un ‘intra’ indepartat.
Fu intampinat doar de un miros de ars.
- Hei! Ce experiment ai facut?
- Niciunul. Am pus de cafea si am reusit sa o dau in foc.
Dar a mai ramas ceva! Bine ai venit.
Si daca tot trebuie sa spal aragazul, poate inauguram un joc pana termin.
-… Ia sa te aud.
- Alegem un cuvant si incercam sa-i gasim mai multe sensuri si alte idei conexe cu el.
Poate ne vine vreo idee de urmat…
- OK. Si… cuvantul este…
- ‘Arde’, ca doar realitatea ne inspira.
Silvian incepu sa scrie pe o hartie ideile ce se derulau rostite de fiecare:
gheata care arde; soarele si focul care ard; priviri arzatoare; creier incins; foc interior;
arderea etapelor; zicale:
‘cine s-a fript cu ciorba sufla si in iaurt’;
‘tara arde si baba se piaptana'.

Se opri si zise:
- Gata, au trecut trei minute! Suficient.
  Ce facem mai departe?
- Ma  gandesc sa pregatim  ceva de mancare si sa decidem ce cale sa exploram.
  Ce spui de 'creier incins'...?

#Fiction Monday (23) - Our moments

Deep Purple: 'Burn'