Drabble| Fire
Barney loved fire. It was beautiful, wild and thrilling and impossible to really control. A person had to be very careful with fire or risk getting burned. It took skill to be able to control it even for the briefest moment with his magic tricks.
It made him feel special to seem to be able to command such a powerful thing, like even if he was a pathetic piece of a man he had something within his control that made him great.
It was always the things that burned brightest that stayed long in people's memories.
And with that Barney could make himself go through the motions of life. He went to work and sealed some deals, dropped off his mail, drank with Ted and the others until last call, and went back home to pace through his empty apartment before going to bed with a tumbler of scotch and a lighter. A perfect last day.
He wondered how bright he would burn.