The fire burns hot and bright, shining in all its glory. It’s carefree flames leap up in excitement, uncontrolled, unashamedly consuming whatever it pleases. Beautiful, breathtaking and merciless.
Maybe that is why I am so attracted to it. I look at the wild flames, and all I see is you.
You who enveloped me in your smoldering heat, consumed my heart, my soul, my bank balance, and when all I had was consumed, you disappeared like a plume of smoke, leaving behind the charred mess that was me.
As the flames embrace you, I know that you are finally where you deserve to be. You are free to rage without pretence.
And all it took was my little spark.
In response to Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers challenge of 17 November 2017, based on a photo by J D Hardy
Apparently one good burning deserves another.
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Amazing!!
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Thanks
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Powerful story! Well done.
Susan A Eames at
Travel, Fiction and Photos
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Thank you
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Dear Sheena,
Powerful, full of emotion and metaphor. Very well done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thank you Rochelle. As always, your kind words are much appreciated.
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Keep the home fires burning…
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Nice metaphorical take. Well done.
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Absolutely brilliant – you are on fire Sheena!
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I like your pun’ny compliment 🙂
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Oops…I burn you burn.
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Bank balance really stands out here. So revealing.
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Well. That was a doomed relationship!
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You’ve written a lively story, with plenty of description. The narrator seems almost more interested in the fire than in her revenge. I wonder if she’ll become a serial arsonist?
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O dear. Let’s hope not.
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