The fire
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1 min readFeb 10, 2017
Placing log after log on the pyramid of soon-to-be coal.
But then they stop and watch silently.
A hiss, a tumble, a flicker. The bonfire slowly extinguishes.
When she smiles, it comes with a pang of guilt, with a firelit memory.
She watches the brave beam of light as it grabs onto the shoreline.
Pushing forward, up, into the sky.
Waves roll
up to her ankles,
black remnants slide away.
Prompt # 2 of #FreshDarlings based off the Haibun style. All feedback welcome.