I followed the firebreather into his dressing room after the show. He offered
me a drink and then asked me to tell him a story. “Any story,” he said. But it
was I who wanted to hear a story—his story. “Let’s hear yours instead, please,” I
implored. He lay down on the floor, poured some liquid into his mouth, reached
for a pre-lit torch, and swallowed. From his mouth erupted a tiny fire, and he
beckoned me closer. He told me everything as I warmed my hands over the
Kayla Pongrac is an avid writer, reader, tea drinker, and record spinner. Her work has been published or is forthcoming in Vinyl Poetry, Split Lip Magazine, Oblong, HOOT, KYSO Flash, and Nat. Brut, among others. To read more of Kayla’s work, visit http://www.kaylapongrac.com or follow her on Twitter @KP_the_Promisee.