My Hero

So, I accidentally had a fire situation. As in, there was a fire on my desk. The actual kind, not the writing kind. The flame kind. With heat. And lack of control.

I grabbed my coffee cup. I paused. And I saved my life–and my writing.

When it was done, ash floating in coffee…

I looked at my mug, and I thought… “Well, there goes the coffee.”

before the fire

before the fire

a new cup, ready for new heroism

a new cup, ready for new heroism. and new candles, for new… fires.


About sputnitsa

Born in the US, I grew up in Africa and the West Indies, and returned stateside in my teens. After a decade in international development, democracy work, and inclusivity training for domestic NGOs, I joined Peace Corps, and after a year, experienced my first Russian invasion. I followed that up by volunteering with refugees and youth, and after some vacation time climbing minarets and mountains, I returned to New York City, where today I work on social justice with college students, produce short films, and write.
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